Book: Shades of the past

There was nothing else in me: no tears, no fear, no emotions. Only the consciousness that death has become an integral part of my life. And it's so creepy to take death as common news of the day.

Consciousness caused a dull pain that cut like a sharp blade. She was like a burning flame, which you, for some unknown reason, touch and burn completely.

Suddenly, I realized that my life is not as gloomy as it seemed to me. There were many moments in it that make you feel alive, move on.

If I'm afraid, it won't make it any easier for me. That won't help me.

I've always loved the night. It's so quiet and cozy around, as if you're alone in the world. You look into the darkness, enjoying the warmth of the evening. Time seems to have died down.

In this city, I felt completely different: it is so rainy, cold, with a note of loneliness and sadness. Like the personification of me.

I was too young when they died, but old enough to remember them and not be able to forget them. Suddenly I realized that all these years I did not live, but existed. There was nothing else in me but sorrow for them.