SelfPub: The unknown

She went on the tear-stained night London without looking away from his crazy happiness, left to stand, as once before in the confusion on the platform...

You're like two sides of the same coin - always there, but to be together, face-to-face can never...

My lips trembled, betraying my true condition, and I had to bite them to stop shaking. Running your hands through your hair every ten seconds, I was removed from the face of the dropped strands - the gesture was more soothing than necessary. He's the only one who does not care about the oddities that happen to me. He needs any... Brad was still looking me in the eye and I could not put it down. I feel like I'm stood on the edge of a precipice, not daring to fall down and not wanting to step back. I'm confused. He practically admitted to me in love, what can I say? I'm afraid of relationships and the pain they leave. I don't know him. It isn't exactly what I had imagined. Another real... one More second and I'll decide...
I choose the abyss...
Do not think of anything better, I pressed to his lips - on the cheek, rolls down a treacherous tear - I plunge into the abyss, and it's my choice.
To not care at all...

I hated the fact that she treated everything as to some superhuman abilities akin to those that were, for example, spider-man. But he is the hero of the comic, the invention of a drunken Maestro, and I'm real, flesh and blood!

I'm not afraid of death. It does not scare me, although any sane person be afraid of her, even just instinctively. But I'm not afraid... Much worse for me the unknown. This is a real phobia. And I can't understand how people live with this horrible feeling from day to day, month after month, year after year and have no idea what lies ahead. It could all end tomorrow: your life will snap like a taut string in the hands of inept guitar player, and you won't even know it. And will not feel anything, no intuition, no signs, no fear of death, nothing...

He has been completely happy, this feeling overwhelmed him and if overflowed, rippling under his dark skin. Of course, tonight could be really good, but not in my case. Wine, flowers, light instrumental music, cozy atmosphere, intoxicating scent of his perfume - it was the perfect romantic date, but not for me and not him.

So I, maybe forever goodbye to the dream, leaving her standing, confused, on the platform...

Poor guy, he probably really thought I was inviting him to dinner, even with a friend, but for dinner! Date! Still, I have been treated unfairly, because I need a bait just for one night, not for life.

Until yesterday I had no idea that a strange man could charm and dazzle me, the sarcastic and principled girl in London. From the flood of memories the body ran trembling, still hard to live in peace with a sense of lost happiness. But I almost held it in my hands... Looked into his shining eyes and enjoy every second spent with him... with my lost happiness.