"He got out of bed. Dressed. Relaxed. Deep breath and swallowed. He walked to his chair and sat down, lit a cigarette. Eric lighting a cigarette when he was nervous. This time it was not. Was too ebullient to allow time for nervousness. Looked down and started laughing. Timidly at first, only her lips laughed, then his eyes were all over her face and then laughed out loud, loud laughter that echoed through the walls of the room. Terrifying laughter, laughter rare ... While Eric did not laugh, he had forgotten to laugh. But now he did not know why.
But suddenly his face hieratic turned serious again, expressionless, cold. He lifted his head. Had begun to rain outside. The hollow sound of the falling rain leaks through the floor and rang in the ears of Eric as a drum. The pace of the beating of his heart was racing, all he quickened at the thought of an image of the past. Past that part of it.
again stood up and walked to the window. Remained closed as he had left and opened it carefully. He sat on the sill and put a leg over him. He leaned against the glass. The rain wet his hands, feet wet, it seeped into his soul and in the cracks the ceiling. A crow came and landed on his shoulder. Eric looked at him with respect, was his friend. It was his confidant, the only one who knew his secret. The crow was flying around the house forever, never went away, and if he did was to announce a death. Had not appeared at the house for a couple of days. Something was happening. Croaked and again walked away from Eric. His cigarette was consumed in his hand ... as time consuming ... "
Another little piece of" hell "... written by me when I was 17, as you know.
A big kiss!
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