He looked around: there was nothing and the very darkness everywhere. He heard music, it came from far and became louder and louder. The song was very familiar to him. He realized that this was one of his favorite songs from Lacuna Coil. He knew that he had to remember something about this song.
Suddenly everything was silent. He opened his eyes and saw her as she was smiling and turned off the sleep alarm on his phone.
He had to get up early because of his job.
- Please, help me to wake up ’cose I’m weak. – asked her.
Then she bunged him a letter of caffeine pills and a half bottle of mineral water. In contempt of these he still couldn’t got up. Then she started to abuse him, in her lovely style of course. She titled him a big slung, mainly. Then they spoke about snails, slugs, fairies and iron nosed witches. Once he succeeded. Once he succeeded in abusing back, but he is not that kind of man.
- I hate you! – she replied.
’I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!’ – echoed in his mind, this word just carcled from to wall to wall in his head.
She said the one word he can’t bear. He is a creature of love, he is patient, opportunist, can bear anything, but this one word.
’I hate you!’ – he heard again and again. He became voiceless and started to do the morning things (have a bath, preparing a meal for the day, etc.).
Once he stepped in the room, saw her studying for her exam. Than he remembered that he promised to give his notes to her hoping it could help her. He looked for those notes than he gave them to her voiceless. Than she asked:
- Are you crabby?
- No, I am not. – he said.
He packed his backpack than he went to the kitchen and grabbed the filled junk bag and a sandwich and stepped towards the door.
Than she stepped next to him:
- Put those things down. – she said in ordering tone.
He obeyed and than she hugged him. She hugged him first time they have known each other. And anyway she hugged him. Who knows her, knows her knows what this is mean.
A smile appeared on his face. To tell the truth, he was such happy to almost jumping out from his skin.
- Have a nice day. – he said and went to work.
Anyway that was such a hard day for him but he knew that she was not wanted to hurt him.
He titled this day red numbered in his calendar. (08/06/04)
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