- Just remember about me, - his phrase will quietly burst into her consciousness before Sylvie opens her eyes the next morning, and all their touches, dance and tender kiss will turn out to be just a sweet dream... - That's all you can do now.
— Ani, he's beautiful! I love you, I love you very much!..
Skywalker turns over on his side with a smile, putting his right hand on the empty bed.
"Padme..." he whispers, opening his eyes a little.
In a quiet town, lost among the green hills, there was an old wooden church. With a firmament covered with streaks of time, it towered over the surrounding terrain, like an archaic guardian of centuries-old history. The roof, covered with moss and streaks, bent thoughtfully over the gray earthquake felt in the depths of the soul. This church was like an immortal metaphor for the loss to which the village was subjected.
The endless sea, broken into small drops, pours over my face. I feel every drop enveloping me like a gentle ghost, plunging into my madness. My thoughts are a bizarre dance of whirlwinds that never subside.
The city of chrome and glass woke up when the sun surrendered its superiority over the sky, and a dark veil rose above the horizon. The futuristic chatterbox known as Aura has begun its evening mood dressing. As a magical being, she did this every night -turning blocked audacious images into endless shadows and shades. The moonlight shone clear and pale, as if it were the last spark of hope in this abyss of an industrial monster.
Each of us has his own unique world, where the personality unfolds like a gallery of works of art. But not all the paintings are on public display. There are corners shaded by a veil of mystery, where the most personal, intimate part of the soul is hidden.
In the shadow of the backstage, where darkness dances in embraces with light, an amazing performance called "Buffoonery" unfolds. This is the theater of moments, where every actor — disguised by cunning and brilliance — plays his role in a magnificent symphony of pranks.
One day Draco accidentally finds a certain thing among Hermione’s stuff that seems to portend a loss of what has become so dear to him. Turns out he is on the verge of gaining something even more valuable.
He never thought that he would lose his virginity in a hospital bed, diagnosed with cancer, at the very last stage. Precisely speaking, being near death. What life brings!
I only remember the doorstep, and even then, it feels like I'm looking at it from a distance: I am standing on the threshold, and he is sitting at my feet.
Andrew jumped down from the window sill, throwing the cigarette butt out the open window. The cigarette slowly flew down, and then blew away, following the wind. The room falls into darkness.
Josten takes a few steps forward, a slight smile on his lips as he asks the question:
"Yes or no?"
There's no need for them to rush, but they're so used to doing things quickly and passionately that they don't wait more than a few seconds before break away, merging in a rough kiss.
Darkness enveloped the room like a damp cloak that you carry through the night forest, blotting out the stars with your darkness. Only the faint light of the monthly radiance penetrated through the fabric of the curtains, spreading across the floor in quiet spots.
I don't mind being called strange or funny or whatever. I've never done. The only thing I wish is to see her blue shiny eyes... But she doesn't. It... hurts.
