June 24, 2027

Another pair of pills was inside me. The pain slowly subsided, allowing you to enjoy life. What could darken such a beautiful day? Probably nothing. Even this damned migraine was not as tangible as before, although it still did not give rest.

In the morning I left Eve with a happy smile on my face. Probably, my physiognomy shone with joy, as the morning passersby looked at me with hostility. After all, in their opinion, which I sometimes share, one cannot be so pleased with life in the morning. But once they believed, when a loved one appears, then a meaning appears. Together with him, the sun's rays penetrate the hopelessness of the gray everyday life. From this I want to sing and dance, as though banal and silly it did not sound.

Arriving home in an excellent mood, he decided to get out in the cluttered bachelor lair. As it turned out, for good reason. At some point, even felt like a pig. However, when the “Cinderella syndrome” ended, and I threw out the last bag of trash, I noted how clean the apartment had become.

***

- I just can not understand one, where is your husband?

We sat together almost until the morning, discussing everything that was possible. Our lives, our new hobbies, a lot of things. I think, to discuss everything that happened during those years that we were apart would not have been enough for a day. But she delicately avoided the topic of her marriage, trying to talk about it as little as possible. So I asked in the forehead.

- Is it so important? - answered the girl with a question with a question, dragging on.

- Lord, how do you smoke this stuff.

- I quit. But after such sex ...

I was flattered.

- You did not answer. It's important for me.

- Husband, husband. Gnawed pears.

- In what sense?

- In the most direct. I went to a friend's ranch, ate a pound of pears there at a time, which is why it went like this ...

“Without details,” I threw up my hands, asking me not to continue. - Increasingly in my life is embodied in the reality of what simply can not be. Husband overeat pears ... - the last words ironically murmured.

- In general, stayed there for another week.

- So suddenly he will not appear.

“No,” she grinned. - Considering that we live separately.

- Oh how!

- Surprised?

- Of course.

- and satisfied. I can see it in the face.

- I will not lie. There is such a thing. But you are still not divorced?

- Not yet. I want it for a long time, but he does not agree.

- Who is he?

“That's why you need to know everything?”

- To know. You are the girl I love. And now, when I met you again, I do not want to let go. After death and our meeting at the cemetery, I think that this is all for a reason. We must be together.

Eve smiled sarcastically.

- Do you think that stranger in black specially resurrected you so that you could meet me? So that we could be together again, have a family, children and live like ordinary people? Do you think this is interesting to him?

- And you do not want this?

She put out a cigarette and looked into my eyes.

- More than anything. I am tired of all that fell on me. I am a woman and I want simple female happiness.

- With me?

Eve smiled sweetly.

- What do you think? Who did I call, husband or ex-boyfriend?

“This is good,” I began to shine without even realizing it. - So this is fate.

- Do not make me laugh. Do you believe that?

- Are you not?

She fell silent and lit a new cigarette.

- I do not know. All that you told me and showed too incredible. I am not ready to take it right away.

- Understand. I myself still can not believe it, but ...

- But it is so.

I finished the rest of the coffee and put my hand on the beautiful thigh.

“I think I can convince you.”

“I don't think so,” she carefully removed my palm. - It's morning, and I have a couple of hours to work, I need to get some sleep.

- You refuse me?

- Exactly.

“My God,” he threw up his hands in a mock manner. - What is it for me? Why failure?

- I understand that during my absence, no one has yet refused? - Eve jealously glanced at me.

“You won't like the answer.”

- What is it to me? I, too, was not holy.

Now jealousy pricked me.

- Touche.

The girl crumpled a smoking muck in the ashtray.

- So, that's that. I'll fall on the table and fall asleep. We get up soon, so we go to bed.

I did not dare to give up sleep with my beloved.

***

Morning. Sunny and really good morning.

He looked out the window through which the soft rays of the sun penetrated. People hurriedly moved on the street (apparently late). How nice to look at all of them and realize that you have nowhere to hurry. You can safely meet the new day, watching the rest flicker and get confused at each other's feet. All but one ...

Opposite my apartment was the same guy who met me on my return from Rita. He looked straight at me, as if waiting for something.

And then a sharp pain pierced the brain, from which I had to close my eyes. And when everything calmed down, and I looked out the window again, the mysterious observer disappeared.

- Damn you.

The TV was quietly buzzing, breaking the oppressive silence. I know that many people do this, it becomes sad from that.

"Is this how many people get feeling lonely?"

I did not know the answer to this question, and it is unlikely that he even existed. However, to find out who this new stranger, I must certainly. Otherwise, what is happening will drive me crazy.

It was exactly 10:00 in the morning and the news began. I do not like them. In my opinion, such programs are not intended to tell the truth, but to intimidate people. To force citizens to go to low-paid jobs, eat waste hidden under the labels of brands and consider it a happy life.

In general, they do everything to distract a person, by embellishing, distorting or simply hiding what is actually happening.

But not everything can be hidden from prying eyes. For example, the brutal murder that happened ... last night.

- I was at home. I remember exactly.

I do not know why, but I immediately tried to justify myself.

A burnt car was found on the outskirts of the city, near the main highway. And there are three corpses in it. Two girls and one man. So far, only one victim has been identified - Stacy Kramer ...

“Stacy, Stacy. Why do I know this name? ”

Of course, there are hundreds and thousands of girls in the world with this name, but why did it seem to me that I knew this one?

And then it dawned on me. A large poster flashed on the screen with the words “Welcome to Dusk city”.

"Cheerful taxi driver, blonde and brunette ..."