Book: Three seconds to

I feel dead. Surprisingly, it turns out that death can be felt. I remember my mother, her face and her hatred for me. And also the fact that my whole life is a struggle between me and this hatred. I never lost. But now it seems ready to give up.

I never wanted to live, but I never tried to purposefully die either. All I did was destroy myself, trying to drown out the unbearable pain. And I always understood this, but I did not try to change anything.

I wonder if all my actions are caused by dislike? Maybe yes. It's hard to become a normal person when no one has ever loved you.

I run my hand over Tom's body from the collarbones to the belt. I put my hand between my legs and stumble upon a stone riser. I am abacked, I freeze.
"Be patient to the house, there is not much left," he whispers.
"You've got it," I say stupidly.
- I always get up when you kiss me.

- You are like crystal, Belinda ... There is nothing more beautiful in this world than you, but how easy it is to break you.

Who would have thought that it was even possible to feel like hovering above the clouds simply because he was sitting next to him.

It’s sad to realize that the most romantic things later become the saddest.