Character: Tessa Scott (Tessa Scott)

Why do I feel like I'm older than your mother?

You always react like I'm wrong.
Like I was dead wrong.

Let's say I will die. And nothing else will. The rest will live as they lived, in a world of his own - to embrace, to walk. I'll stay in this void and will quietly knock on the glass separating us.

How's the University?
- Big, lots of buildings. I'm lost.
- We will try experiencing.
We're with you?
Yes. I'll be back in someone's way. For example, a girl who will fit
on the first day and ask what you're reading.
- I'll fall in love with you at first sight. Again.

I'm shaking. The nurse brings a blanket and wraps me up to her chin. I shudder.
- Someone thinks about you, says mum. Is that why you flinch.
And I always thought that it means if someone in another life standing on your grave.

"You see," starts mom, you can't always do what you want. You need to think about others. Those who love you.
- Talking about?
- Those who love you.

I exhale the smoke. Breathing in, every time I hear my lungs whistling. Maybe I have tuberculosis. I hope so. All the famous poets had TB; this is a sign of deep feelings. Cancer is so humiliating.

- I love you.
Like three drops of blood fall into the snow.

- Know what a snowman in the desert?
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- Puddle.

He had to leave, as I started to miss him.

... if you think about how you breathe, begin to suffocate.

For four long years forget the names.

- Maybe you should believe in God.
- What is that?
- Like all of us. All mankind.
- Barely. It seems that God is dead.

... he withdraws into himself, as if dissolving in the void.