breathing. The silence of the evening, falling in the darkness of the night.

A slight shiver ran through her body. I stroked her head. I did not immediately realize that she was crying.

- - What's wrong with you, honey? - my palm slipped through her hair. - Do not Cry...

She cried on my chest, throwing out all the sadness of loneliness, all the pain accumulated inside. All misunderstanding of the world. She rejected all the indiscreetly lustful looks that were ever thrown at her. She cried, naked, in my arms, and I stroked her head, letting her speak out. Relieve the pain.

She cried, and her hands slid over my shoulders, pressing me to her. She cried like a little frightened animal that found a secluded place. She cried and pressed against me more and more.

Stream of disjointed words. Whisper in the come night. Bitterness of tears on lips.

I do not know how much time passed while she was crying on my chest. She was crying, and I felt her writhing convulsively around me, as if afraid that I would disappear, get out of her, evaporate. I stroked her head until she calmed down.

Then we lay down, still merged. There was no desire, there was only a feeling of unity with another being. A sweet and gentle creature on the other edge of the abyss.

She turned her back to me, tightly pressed her ass to my tummy. Trustingly and defenselessly curled up in my arms.

"You just do not go ... Do not throw ... Do not disappear ..." - echoes of pain sounded in her voice. And I hugged her. Got a ring of tenderness of hands and warmth of legs. Her bosom wrapped around me.

She fell asleep in my arms. On me and in me. And I fell asleep, buried in her hair.

The world died around us. Morning was evening, night and day.

We lay naked, merged, one, like Siamese twins. The world has become our feelings.

Time froze butterfly under glass. All over the world, only her body remained, pressed against me. The rustle of her breath. The glitter of her eyes. We fell into eternity.

Probably, we have become one. I remember how we ate something in the kitchen, all also naked and united in the copulation of feelings. She sat on my lap, taking me as deep as I could, and I fed her. She smiled and chewed obediently.

I remember how she wanted to use the toilet. But even then she was afraid to let me out. I stood nearby, and she held me with her hand, as if I was the last straw holding her in this world. Perhaps it was so.

I don't remember anything else. Only vague passages of some action. And the constant feeling of union with her. Her body became mine. Her bosom has grown together with my trunk. Her soul became mine.

We were one all these two days and two nights.

Two days of enjoying the feeling of togetherness. A sense of helplessness and security.

Two days of her body, her soul ...

On Monday morning, I slowly got out of it. There was pain in her eyes. Her body fell limply in the folds of crumpled sheets.

“I'll be back, honey,” I told her in my ear. - "I will definitely be back..."

I did not lie to her. I no longer needed the whole world - only she. Merges with her forever, to become one, to share with her existence. She probably didn't believe me.

There was pain in her eyes ...

... When I returned, she was already dead. The onlookers at the entrance told me that she cut her veins, came out naked on the balcony and sat down to die. There was anguish in her eyes. And the surrounding looked at her chest. And only when her blood began to drip down, they called an ambulance.

Only it was too late.

Grandmothers at the entrance said that she was crazy about the heat.

And only I knew why she did it.

She carried a vibrator in her to fill the void in the soul. Then I appeared. And left. Let it be for a while, but for her the minute became an eternity.

She could not stand alone, knowing the unity.

I did not even know her name. She rented this apartment through third parties. The police refused to talk to me.

The world died with her. Melted in this summer heat.

Since then, I no longer look at any girl. Having known such a complete unity, I slowly await the end.For half of me had already died on a hot summer day on the balcony of a five-story “Khrushchev” ...