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I can't remember a word…

But I feel it coming in my direction…

Now my temples seems to freeze

and the pain subsides in an instant…

But the worlds seem to know

that the pain is always persistent…

It hurts

It hurts so much

To be a captive bird:

Left in cage

Without saying a word;

It's ephemeral

But it leads you astray…

You can fly out

But you never fly away…

The Furious Surging Sea…

The sea of pain, so furious and surging

Made up of desperate words that turn to emptiness…

I don't know where all this pain's emerging

It burns my lips to tears that I suppress.

But now I've got companion to guide

The one I met in my own darkest depths…

For all the rains we'll find a place to hide,

My hope's the only thing that I have left…

What else can I say?

Taska is an expert!

Chapter 2

The Meeting

January 23, 2015.

Friday.

I suddenly remembered how we met…

Of course, it was not all of a sudden.

After all, tomorrow is your birthday! And we owe this acquaintance to my precious sister, who was returning from another country and decided to pass the time between flights with me.

It was our second meeting with Taska after my mom and I moved to St. Petersburg.

I was in a hurry to the airport, and I had to miss two classes. But when I arrived, it turned out that Taska's flight arrived with a two-hour delay. I just wanted a cup of coffee…

You stood there, waiting for your espresso.

Although you can explain everything. It's just instinct worked faster than reason.

It was only later that I put everything in order and decided that at that moment my subconscious mind capitulated to the fact that if there was really something left of animals in us, it was the ability to choose partners by smell.

I came close indecently, and when you turned to me, I realized that I was lost forever. Perhaps you also understood everything and just played along with me…

But all this looked quite plausible: you looked into my eyes, and the cup of coffee, balancing on the saucer, could not resist to fall to my feet. I involuntarily bit my lower lip, so as not to scream.

В«Does it hurt?В» You asked.

В«Not much.