Gosha who was a carefree cheerful rumble that he knew from university, passed away every day. He washed the dishes, without fierce battles and agreed to throw garbage, did not tell her about new affairs. Gosha stopped smiling. The guy always wore warm clothes. He almost did not speak to her, limited to dry, banal phrases. Although in Alice's life there was a lot of unusual, which needed an immediate discussion.
The only chance to make sure everything was OK with them was traditional dinner. Alice decided: today or never. She finally finds out where Gosha, funny guy was going and what to do with the mysterious garbage in her life. But Alice could not say a single word. The boy habitually abstracted from any questions, having seized headphones. From time to time he knocked the fork at the beat of the musical composition. The girl dared to break her neighbor's private space, she sat down closer and took him under the table by the hand, interweaving their fingers. Gosha barely smiled, not distracting from the concentrated absorption of food. Alice was comforted that he squeezed her hand in response.
Warm streams of water flowed through the body of Gosha, he sat and painted bizarre patterns on the glass door of the shower. Sharp as machete pain pierced the whole body. He watered the fields of masochism in his hands with running cold water. Only then they did not hurt. Hands, from shoulder to wrist, were covered with scars and wounds. He always tore fantastic flowers out of his arms. Once on his leg grew up a large weed, Gosha got rid of it. He eradicated the unnecessary peduncle with a large tweezer, after which there was a disgusting scar that tightened the thorns. For two weeks, nothing has grown in its place. Gosha thought that, perhaps, this epidemic would retreat. But new flowers grew in place of old scars. / I fell in love with my pain.
That day on his wrists two cornflowers have flourished. It was love at first sight. They fluttered, completing the composition of bruises with blue colors. Gosha took a razor and made a sharp blade from the pedicel to the petals. The pain was knocked down. Chimeric patterns on the glass doors of the shower covered with venous blood.
A sense of reality came back only when the guy heard a desperate scream. Faust barked loudly, attracting even more attention. She was bad.
Gosha, wrapping his hand with a towel and pulling his skirt, ran out of the shower room. A thread from the blood led him to the balcony door. He understood everything. Faust did not let in, the dog nodded loudly and it seemed that it was about to throw a clumsy guy. Gosha panicked for fear of this animal. But from two fears he chose a bigger one. Gosha heroically pushed the big carcass out of the door. The dog descended to the foot desperately, but the boy drove him with a mop. The balcony was closed:
- Alice, where are the keys? Alice! - the girl did not answer, - Ah, hell with it, - the boy wrapped his fist with a towel and knocked out the glass.
Once on the balcony, he grabbed Alice into his arms and carried him to bed. The girl did not breathe. He clings against to her lips, trying to fill her lungs with air, and then began kissing softly. The boy felt how the wounds began to be delayed, the scars pulsed. The girl opened her eyes.
- Gosha, what the fuck is going on? - she clutched her hands, but weakness pulled back to bed.
- Show your arms, show me them, - without hearing the answer, the guy took off a sweatshirt from Alice. Her arms were bandaged up.
"It hurts me, Gosha," the girl stroked from her last strength. She clasped the boy's neck, pressed closer to him.
Gosha looked at his familiar eyes, the initial fear in them was frozen. Alice looked at his bloody fields. Scars, scars, bruises were combined in a bizarre floral composition. / You are the love of my life. /The girl carefully held her fingertips on each of the flowers:
- Terrible, right? - Gosha smiled.
- Why did you cut yourself? We need to handle the wounds! / I desperately in love with this strange things.
- Lie! Do not touch! - shouted the boy. Alice stared at the cornflowers on her wrists, through which the blood broke through.
- I also have such, - the girl freed hands from bandages. On the hands are blooming cornflowers. Alice was filled with laughter.
- When I first hit you with a hand, the first one appeared. I thought you were a witch. This shit had lasted for half a year, - Gosha hugely embraced the girl.
"I thought that I got a screw loose," Alice whispered in Gosha's chest.
"I make commitment to leave kisses everyday on your scars until they all disappear," the boy assured, drowning in the arms of his native. / It was our returned self-harm love
- I accept your proposal. Under the cornflowers they are not visible. And I always wanted a tattoo, - Alice answered dreamily, scratching her fingertips through the veins on Gosha's hands. The injuries have disappeared, now only flowers have grown in the fields. They loved each other unconditionally.
Every innocent kiss intensified this magic. Even Faust forgive Gosha for his frills and peacefully lying near the Soulmates, cuddling up to the owners of the cornfield fields.
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