Veronica got into the car. Tears dried out, only in the soul is emptiness. The pain all burned inside. His eyes were on the road, and his lips whispered a prayer.
- God, let the troubles pass him by, let the joy fill his heart and the pain go away. Fill his soul with peace and joy, just save him, save him from harm, do not let bad things happen. Take my life from his life in return if death wants to take it. I will be his angel after death ...
An unexpected bright light suddenly blinded his eyes, and a shrill scream of brakes blocked the other sounds. The thunder and screech of metal. And then, silence ...
- What happened? - Nick did not feel her own body, did not feel the movement of blood through the veins. She looked around.
- How strange - in front of her, going to the horizon, flashed the silhouettes of people. Gray nondescript strangers. There were more and more of them running to her feet, not paying attention to her. Nick looked down. Under his feet - a pile of iron, all that remains of the car, who flew into a huge wagon with a broken wheel. People were running around, shouting something, dragging iron on themselves and taking out the girl's body, laying it on the asphalt.
- What is it? Who is it? - Nika approached and immediately recoiled, recognizing this face under gore.
- No ... no, no, no ... how is that? Why so fast? - She looked at herself. She soared over the world. Through it was visible the light of the extinguished headlights. Transparent light clothes are barely noticeable against the sky. And such lightness in the body. But, after all, she felt, thought, could move, only strangely, not very familiar.
She cast a restless glance towards the horizon. Somewhere in the distance, a glance found among the crowd a bright silhouette of a man, standing out among all. He raised his face to the sky and Nick saw the eyes. She remembered everything ...
Andrei held the girl on his lap, gently squeezing his chest.
“Veronika, my girl, I feel good with you,” the guy's eyes burned with feverish shine, and his hands impatiently stroked his hips, climbing under the light skirt. The girl melted from these touches. The body became malleable and pliable. Andrei's voice enveloped her like a cocoon in which it was warm and cozy, and all the other sounds were lost in these words.
“- Oooh, his lips, tender and so dear. What a miracle to kiss them, ”the thoughts followed the touches, and she crept into his arms. His breath burned, spreading over his body with a warm wave. The body burned and desired these caresses from a loved one. How quickly she surrendered to the onslaught of words that caress her ears. Veronica was ready to give everything to hear his voice again and again, to see his eyes, to feel his hands.
“- Can I dream all this? It only seems? Or maybe fantasies born in the head? As all this is not real, ”the girl’s hands obediently went up, helping the boy pull off her blouse. His lips touched the curve of a tender neck, and Nick closed her eyes, carrying her mind into a world of dreams and pleasure. How can she resist the dear one, when between her legs everything is already pulsing with desire, and her heart is tearing out. And the panties, too, now no longer a barrier. They quickly fell to the floor.
Here she is. All before him. Like a forest nymph - tender, trusting and beautiful in her nakedness. No doubt, not even thoughts, only naked feelings of love, tenderness and desire. He eagerly threw off his clothes, attracting the girl to him, and her hands wrapped around his neck. She pressed against the guy and their lips closed in a kiss.
“Nick, come to me, sit on my lap,” Andrei whispered to her, feeling his power over her. Only a month has passed since the moment of our acquaintance, and now she, like a trusting kitten, puts herself on him. He sat on the bed, dragging her along, sit down slowly ... like this ...
She sat down, feeling the flesh filling up everything inside. Well, how to put into words those feelings that are covered with a wave of bliss, when you feel how it moves in it, in this dance of love: slowly and gently, then quickly and passionately. And a gentle kiss that touched the skin, tears a moan from the lips. Andrei’s hands clutched at the girl’s hips, helping her move.
“Oooh ... what are his hands,” Nicky thought.“What a bliss, to belong to him, to be one with your beloved.” - Her lips bit into his lips.
“AAAaaaaaaaaaa ...”, convulsions cracked her body and her back stiffened, arching, from a powerful burst that was born somewhere inside. Hands clutched a tight grip on the guy's shoulders, and a hot wave covered his body.
- Well, girl, come on ... - he still continued to move, prolonging her sweet torment, until he himself groaned, from strong feelings.
Veronica went limp, hanging on the guy's neck, and he kissed her wet forehead.
“Nick, you're cute,” said Andrei, helping the girl up. - Let's go sleep. I have to go to work tomorrow.
He stretched out in exhaustion on the bed, and Nick clung to his chest, feeling bliss and happiness.
The girl woke up from the feeling of emptiness nearby. Morning. The hand felt the bed - no one. Nika opened her eyes, sat up and looked around.
- Andrew! - In response, only a quiet ticking of the clock. - When did he leave? How could I sleep so hard and not hear how he left? Okay, see you tonight. Probably in a hurry.
Nick blissfully stretched, leaning back on the pillows, and her lips spread into a smile from the feeling of happiness growing in my chest.
“We should write something good for him,” hands reached for the phone.
"Good morning, dear," she thought for a second and added, "I kiss."
Weight day Veronica walked like in a dream. A blissful smile never left her lips. She was as happy as ever: she loves and is loved. “Faster evening. And home, where you can chat with him, caress, but anything, just to be near him. How could I fall in love so much? ”
Phone peeped - message. Nika happily opened the letter and frowned. "Something happened? Probably, trouble, ”she decided, and quickly dialed on the phone,“ Answer, what happened? Do not torture me.
Minutes stretched in anticipation, as if eternity. Well, here, finally, the message.
- Here it is. - Nick did not believe in what she read. - How so? After all, what was - it really was. I did not dream it? And why suddenly another? What other woman? There was this uneasy feeling, only he did not want to believe. But then why was all this yesterday? These words. These caresses. These kisses.
Tears burned skin. The body went limp, dropping it on the sofa.
- Yes, I understand everything ... No, I do not understand anything ... I do not even want to understand ... Well, why? I will answer him and leave, - she was shaking, as if in a fever, and she barely fell by the right letters.
" - I can handle. Do not worry. Farewell !! ”- Nick huddled in a corner of the sofa and, huddling together, howled softly:
- It hurts, how painful it burns in my chest ... I will cope ... I will not be humiliated ... I will not beg for anything ... I will find the strength to cope with it ... Let everything that happened be left with me, and he ...
Night without sleep. And there are no more tears. Only anguish and these letters, tormenting the soul, which she reread for the hundredth time: “You must understand, it happened so, you did not understand me correctly. We are friends and we can stay with them. ”
- No, I will not answer, since it is all over. So you need to accept the fact that there is and not to remember anything, so that it does not hurt. - She read his letters again and again, these stinging lines, and her heart sank to pain, not letting her forget and fall asleep.
- Well, that's all, - said Veronica, getting into the car. “Happiness is only a moment, but pain and frustration will last long.” I'm not mad at him. Everything is as it is and this does not fix it. And how can I be offended at it? I can not wish him bad.
She drove slowly along the highway, staring blankly at the road, returning to sad memories.
- What should I do? How to forget it? Need to forget! All forget! - Thoughts persistently climbed into my head. - Let him be all right. God help him. Let troubles pass him by. Let the joy fill his heart and the pain will go away. Lord, fill his soul with peace and joy, just save him, save him from harm, do not let evil happen. Take my life from his life in return if death wants to take it. I will be his angel after death ...
A transparent shadow flashed by the road, heading for a bright silhouette on the horizon.
Andrei got up from the asphalt, brushing off his dirty knees, and clutched at his head, looking at the car falling from the cliff.The cars passing by slowed down and people were running towards him from all sides.
- Well, you're the lucky guy. I saw how you drifted on the road. I thought I won’t get out, ”said the big man, stopping next to Andrey. - Probably born in a shirt. Or the angel has saved you ...
A light shadow touched the guy, his arms wrapping around his shoulders. And for a moment it seemed to him that the sound of the wind sounded the words:
- I will be your angel and my love will save you from trouble ...
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Very, very sad. In my opinion, the drama tag is missing. Romance is romance, no one argues, it is so bitter that involuntarily tears in their eyes come out.
Recently, all the authors have drawn on the tragedy. I just want to exclaim: “Let's do good things!” Probably, we need to postpone all creative plans and try to write something life-affirming and fun.
For romanticism, for tragedy, for the fact that you all managed to convey this, of course 10.
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Marina, I also want to understand everything, why the fashion for stories in such sad intonation periodically appears. I noticed, for example, that recently a lot of texts about violence have gone. And all beautifully written. I want to understand and can not)
As for the story, I was touched. All articles. Thank you, dear Ptah!
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I think everything is connected with very sad events that occur in reality very close to us, and about which we hear every day in the news. And the abundance of such texts is also possible of a certain type of sublimation. On the one hand, people are trying to shift their fears into the dots and thus get rid of them, and on the other hand, to throw out the dark that is inside each one on paper. In the words of one of my friends, "to stroll away from his Mr. Hyde." The coil of violence in society, the coil of violence on paper. But this is of course only my assumptions.
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Perhaps it is ...
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Plus, add a boost to the use of this theme in popular culture. About the notorious shades did not write just lazy. And, by the way, it was infa that after the release of this film, sales of sado-maso attributes increased) And mass culture largely determines our consciousness.
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And thank you for responding. I just want to say that this is not the fashion that guides the authors who write tragic stories, but rather time filled with so much pain and frustration that it is simply not possible to stand aside and not respond. Everyone who writes well knows that a person who has experienced strong emotions (pain, disappointment, happiness, joy) is always trying to throw them out on paper. And often, paper (keyboard) turns out to be the only ones for whom you can splash out the pain and not see the bored face on the contrary, with impatience and incomprehension relating to everything said. Personally, I always, after writing a story in a difficult moment, it becomes a little easier. Probably, in life there was more pain, and we have forgotten how to please, that's why there are more such stories. has become.
Thank you for not looking at anything you read my stories :-))
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You're right. For myself, too, I noticed this when I feel bad, I start writing. And such stories, written in moments of poor mental state, are the best.
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Thanks for the response and for the rating. You are right, we need good and positive stories, but so far it’s impossible to write in another way.
But, in front of sunny days, summer and it may become a little easier on the soul and more cheerful at heart. This means that there may be a desire to jump and ride, as well as write funny stories :))
Thank :))
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Thank you, Marina! Yes, you are probably right - you can add the "drama" tag. But, I hoped that the story will turn out lighter. It is a pity that this did not happen. He is no longer about pain, but that loving hearts can forgive and are ready for the sake of loved ones for everything, even when they are betrayed. Sign of true love. Although, I confess honestly - just splashed out the story, when there were not very pleasant emotions. And he was born by chance, alas, it happens under the pressure of emotions.
Thanks for the assessment, it is worth a lot for me !!))
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Wonderful story. Thank.
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Thank))
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10
So little and so much at the same time ...
Sad ...
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What is not enough? - text or frustration? And a lot of things? Pain or emotion? Sadness is an integral part of our life and without it anywhere, as well as without other feelings. The main thing that we still continue to feel. But a friend of sadness is joy and they walk side by side and follow each other.
Thank you for appreciating that you remain a faithful reader of my stories, despite my troubles :-))
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I meant that in such a small text a lot is shown. I want to add:
With the advent of the new tag: “drama”, many PT users unconsciously, subconsciously write such stories. Purely from the need to master a new - unexplored)))
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well, ptah, well sang the hymn of grief. even crawl into a vale of sorrow and pity. 10. Kanesh. did not cry and did not grieve, but described it well
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Thank!))
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I read the story for the first time ... And did not understand anything. Read the second time ... The veil opened. I read it a third time - and I saw the light! Very strong, no words.
It is immediately obvious that the author is still a very young, but already very intelligent and serious girl.
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Do not judge the author by the story, you can miscalculate in their assumptions.
For the evaluation of the story thank you very much)). I am glad that you could understand and appreciate him !!))
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Answer the free Ptaha from the dark cell to her remark about women who are near and who are waiting for love and attention.
PTAH.
You, walking alongside, remember:
In this world we are in the common room
We divide joys and we share sorrows,
We write life, like the pages of the story,
Putting emphasis on stress
In that single poem.
Stressing where the wave is, where the dotted lines,
It is impossible to edit that verse.
In life there is or not the continuation
Without replacement and without correction:
Do not start what is gone, new line -
Put an end, then dots ...
Where simple, we seek complexity,
Straining to impossibility
And myself, and that innocent,
Who put us in half.
We do not appreciate family joys,
We wander in search of the left sweets:
Bored, fresh to us without adventure ...
After we will pray for forgiveness.
Our companions, wives, beloved,
Often we see you at home simple:
Scruffy, untidy -
It hurts and is so unpleasant to us.
You are smart, nice at work only,
Being smart for her husband is not in fashion, shish.
At home, throw it all to hell with you,
At home, a shabby robe is enough.
It is not easy in the life of the sad
Keep yourself bright and cute,
Husband touch a friendly smile
Teasing with a bright outfit is flirtatious.
Our lovely Russian women,
We love you and appreciate of course:
We are looking for the best, rush about, toil,
But back to the loved ones back.
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Thank you for understanding and support.
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Another confirmation that advertising can not be trusted.Cheap melodrama, okay, okay, it's always popular, like love, death, etc., etc.
But the plot must be thought out in advance, and not to write what came to mind.
Either this fool decided to commit suicide and therefore gave her life, or she reads a prayer after death, or there other words should be in prayer. In short, a good story needs no advertising.
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I honestly read it and ... just no words. Very emotional story. I put 10 out of 10. The author is a genius.
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Thank. I did not expect such a response. Not everyone can feel the despair that has spilled on paper. And it is doubly pleasant when someone understands and feels it.
Thanks again for such a high rating.
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