Верзила (The Tall Man) (№ 425165)

My world has changed. I try to follow his rules. My new mom says this world is beautiful. She advises me to hold on. He says that I'm coping, and that over time I'll get used to it... I'm not like the others, I think they forgot everything. And I can't. Every morning I wake up with the same thought: drop everything and go home... But I remind myself that I dreamed of such a life, I wanted it, I achieved it myself. And it's probably better that way, right? Really?... Really?