Oksana Nechaeva. When the rain is over (№ 382968)

- What's wrong with you?
- What's wrong with me? Do you really want to know? The Gulf between us. You have no answers to all my questions. This, of course, purely my problem, and you probably don't care, just I loved you and you left as soon as the rain stopped. - Here I wept bitter tears.
- Been in love? - he was calm. He kept his hands in the pockets of jeans and without the slightest hint of excitement looked straight into my eyes. The rain poured harder.
- Yes, loved. Don't tell me you didn't know?
- Been in love? - he repeated again.
- So you work out? - I got more than ever.
- You said you loved me. In the past tense. And now?
- Ahhh! You're a fucking moron. I hate you! - turned around and went home. Before he had left about a hundred meters.
- I did it for us. Decided for the two of us. Can you imagine a year apart? Permanent distrust and jealousy. You would have exhausted yourself, and me too. I was thinking about you Ellie in the first place. I think I like to be a jerk and hurt you? I think I did not attempt to dial your number? But I knew that would make you feel worse.
- How would you know what's best for me? You left me no choice. Year apart are better than a year without you.
- Then tell me that you love me?
- Now it is irrelevant.