Real happiness...

The Autumn. A young guy about 20 years old goes into a flower shop and looks for what he came for with his eyes. Not finding this, he turns to the saleswoman. Anna, according to the badge. — Excuse me, - the boy began hesitantly, - Do you have blue forget-me-nots? — Yes, of course, - the girl answered perplexedly and went into the back room, -What exactly is the amount you are interested in? -6 flowers please. — Excuse me, - the saleswoman timidly asks, - And why forget-me-nots? — Oh-the boy hesitated-these were his favorite flowers ... -he forced a smile, but everything was visible in his eyes. Pain, anguish, suffering. But the eyes are the mirror of the soul, aren't they? "Memories..... -Katyusha— the dark-haired guy says fervently—and what are your favorite flowers? — Y... — Although wait! - the young man interrupted Kostya, - Wait, I'll guess for myself! —Okay," I shrugged. — Mmm...- Yura pondered, - This... Daisies? — That's right! - that is, I didn't even have my favorite colors. But as soon as he named these flowers, I immediately fell in love with them ... - And what are yours? — Oh, and I love blue forget-me-nots. — Really? You have good taste in Law. - the guy smiled... " —Well, hello, my love — Uralov said tenderly and put flowers on the tombstone on which it was written:             Yuri Tatishchev. 1999-2022.       We remember. Love. We grieve. —Jur.. - the guy freezes for a moment, tears appeared in his eyes, - You would know how much you are missed.. He cries silently.This is shown only by shaking shoulders, and tears dripping on a marble slab, proving that a person has died, and no, not the one who is buried underground, but the one who is crying over him. He's dead. "A memory... — Hello, good afternoon. Is this Konstantin Petrovich? - Arseniy Sergeevich. Yuri's attending physician. — Hello, good afternoon. Yes, it's him, - the guy tensed up, if the doctor called, then there may be 2 outcomes. 1-the operation was successful, and his boyfriend survived. 2-... No, you can't even think about it-Did something happen? — Sorry, but... We did everything we could... - Silence all that we could... no... no! How so?! His life couldn't have ended SO quickly! Uralov is broken. It hurts Uralov. Uralov is suffering. There is no Uralov. It die. He died with the guy he loved. In which he doted. Yes, someone will say, "But he's alive! Here he walks in front of us..." But nevertheless he is dead. That's right, outside he also goes to work, home, drives a car, sleeps, eats. But inside—he is dead, his soul, consciousness. He stopped releasing emotions. He became just a robot, which has nothing inside but well-developed functions. He's a machine, and that says it all. A year and two weeks after Tatishchev died, he could not stand it, said goodbye to all his colleagues, climbed onto the roof of his house, and with the words "I'm coming, Yur, I'm coming" took a decisive step into the abyss. This fall in a few seconds made him happier more than in the past year...Now he's happy, really happy..