Character: Grace

- Here you go. Tales everyone needs to believe in the unbelievable. Want to return - you know where I live. No - you can keep it.
- Well, then see you soon, grace Watson, is winked at Kai and moved.
- I didn't tell you my name - confused blinking, said the girl. The idea that this nice young man could be a maniac who persistently knocked at her consciousness.
- Inbox - not looking back, suggested Kai.
Grace breathed a sigh of relief, whispered:
- Well, of course, Sherlock. Well, of course.

- Are you following me? asked grace, distractedly biting her lip.
- Of course not, î answered Kai. I'm just sittin at your house... at Night.

Great! I met the right man, and he's from another planet.

Grace, sorry to Wake you. I returned the car. Sam said that I can take whenever I want, so... There's taillight broken. One goat tried. Look, you don't... Tell me right away... He allowed me to take the car from time to time, grace. Stop looking at me with such a withering look!
- Sam is dead. It crashed.
- What are you talking about?
He's dead, Tommy. Come in.
- What the hell, "Come in"? I just came back!

To keep a secret is not to lie. Sometimes it's the only way to protect someone you love.

Staring at people is impolite, but when staring at the man under anesthesia, the beauty of it is that he is none the wiser.

Photography is a cruel art. It pulls and drags from the past into the future several moments, the moments that were supposed to go nowhere together with your time, stay in the memories, Shine through the haze of new developments. Photo forces us to see people as they were before they bent time before they found their end.

I am a story, a character, a fucking fiction!