Cecilia Ahern. Where are you (№ 13768)

I learned not to ask questions, because he still didn't answer them, and I didn't want to know. Didn't know that. Sometimes, however, still asked, but he kept silent - thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that in a certain sense, we remained quite strangers, close acquaintances only within this room. We managed to create a world, define its rules and to hold the line between us: to cross it was impossible, but fun days were allowed to dance around her.