Book: Follow the ocean

For someone who comes in a dream, no words are needed.

Silent contempt is the most terrible thing in the whole wide world. Especially when it comes from close people. One look is enough to make you realize how low you have fallen. There is no anger or resentment in them. That's why they're scarier. You cannot blame a person who is silent, who does not hate you, but still expresses deep disapproval. The people who became a family, who turned the tide of my life, whom I don’t want to let down for anything in my life, who can’t be returned anymore, dislike the person that I became, but still continue to love, because I’m not a stranger ... This blade cuts my heart...

Without charm and a pretty face, it is unlikely to get what you want in the shortest possible time.

Drowning in each other, never having a chance to touch...

Man, by his very nature, cannot be useless. From birth to death. You come into this world with a specific purpose, you are born thanks to two other people and, of course, for them. You live and are an insanely bright light for someone. Even if you don't know it. You guide others with your radiance. You inspire and make you follow. And many people can live for you, just as you can live for someone...

“My Lily, life is fleeting,” the man muttered, clasping his hands in the lock, “And you understand this much better than anyone else,” swallowed, “We don’t know when we die, so you shouldn’t sit in a room, locked up, ruining yourself. Doctors don't make positive predictions, but your life doesn't end there. Do, create, rejoice, have fun and break away so that at the last moment you are not afraid, - the attentive look of gray eyes fascinated, hypnotized, inspired, - “It’s not scary to die when life has not been lived in vain” - these were the last words of my wife - Emilia , - a heavy sigh escaped his chest, - you are similar to her, and I don’t want to see my daughter die just like that. Fight this filth, show that you are worthy of life.”

Having lived together for so many years, knowing too much about each other, we just couldn't not be nobody or become something... it was so stupid and logical at the same time...

But he is your whole life...

I saw how his shoulders trembled then. He, too, poured out his grief to the cold soulless stone - this was the only thing that now both of us could - status and nobility were no longer important in the face of death ...

Then my heart skipped a beat - so sharp, painful, unbearable - and my eyes filled with tears, which I skillfully hid in the rain. It was the one great skill in my arsenal that never let me down. Not with scrupulous conversations with my mother, not with a broken heart, not now. The cold wall of the father for all these long years trembled once again, just once, letting into his heart not only his mother, but now Eida.

It is unlikely that an eleven-year-old child is able to adequately survive the death of such a close and dear person without consequences for the psyche and other things, although who could do this even at a much more conscious age? Certainly neither I... nor he...