Book: Blood

- How long I have not seen you, ' said the girl, peering at me. - You have changed.
- For better or worse?
Soul I bled tears of blood, prolonged wound had reopened and was sick. Every second with her brought me terrible torment. But I tried not to look. Because I'm a man, and men must be strong.
I don't know, - smiled Flory. - But it has changed. Very.
I said nothing, looked at the sky. Yes, she's right. I became a different. I've misplaced my youthful romanticism. I lost a good quality. But to get bad. Became tougher and more Mature.