The world has died ... because there is no YOU ... Sad Angel Going to the very precipice, he looked down. The most beautiful and terrifying picture he had ever seen opened up before him: somewhere down there, at the very foot of the cliff, waves were madly beating against the green smooth surface of the age-old stone, and the bloody sunset made them even more sinister, which caused the blood to cool and the heart began to beat faster. The glance went far beyond the horizon, where fluffy clouds were cast by the crimson blush of the sun drowning in the autumn waves ...
He sat on the edge of the cliff, his legs dangling, and closed his eyes. A cool breeze touched his eyes, his lips ... Instantly all the memories flashed again. He remembered how, quite recently, his beloved's hands touched his face, how his lips caressed his lips, his bodies merged into one whole and infinity opened up in a rapid flow of feelings ... Tender embraces of silence immersed him in the memories that were dearest to him in the world. They were the only thing that kept him, and forced to live all these years. The image of the Beloved, as an eternal companion, has always been in his thoughts and consciousness. His whole life was for his sake ... now HIS is not ...
HIS closeness saved him from insanity, and at the same time, destroyed him as a person, destroyed him from the inside ... HE, like these waves, destroyed the age-old foundations and erased all the boundaries between human feelings and wild insatiable desire and passion ...
He remembered how the wind developed HIS hair, and the tender gray eyes made me forget everything and live for HIM. Every second without HIM was a terrible hellish pain, and every doorbell at the door drove crazy ... He loved HIM so much that this love seemed to be a surrounding disease, a madness that made him an outcast ... but he continued to live ... HIM ...
Stepping to the very edge of the cliff, he once again looked at the sky: it was serene and affectionate ... With fading light, it entailed, dimmed the mind and said that it was all over. Closing his eyes, he stepped forward ...
At the very foot of the rock, the waves on the green smooth surface of the age-old stone beat madly ...
March 8, 2001