the silence was broken, then everything would be ruined. Each word will gradually deprive us of the opportunity to spend this time together.
We knew how this could end. I watched her tear-stained eyes that betrayed her sadness, although she tried to be strong.
It always seemed to me that she was trying to hide her tiredness and pain over makeup, so that I could not see a fragile and weak girl inside. I was silent, and so was she. Her hands lay quietly on her knee, which periodically moved.
At this point, I considered all of her flaws, which did not seem so to me. Wen cover her hands, which hurt when she picks up heavy bags, especially when she buys food for a week. I did not like that she did not pay attention to her health, but I tried not to interfere.
No, I did not interfere at all.
I did not interfere when she took out a Christmas tree from the attic and scratched her hand so that I still see a scar on her right hand.
(I involuntarily looked at it, and she hid a scar with her red scarf)
I Did not intervene when she cried, and asked me to say that I loved her.
Did not intervene, though I know that she is very emotional.
No, I definitely did not intervene when the first wrinkles appeared on her face.
I know that she tolerated me, but I did not want to do something with it, cause, honestly, I was weak, not her.
I knew how difficult it was for her.
I know how hard it was for her to cook dinner every day, to look into my eyes, and so even now she does not want to see them.
On the same hand where there was a scar from a scratch, there was also a burn mark. But I remember how it appeared on the beautiful hand, and probably this is one of the smallest burn marks that were in her life.
I am sure that the biggest one is in her soul, and I did leave that scorch.
Me, and no one else is guilty of this, but I am silent. And she is silent.
At the first meeting, I first glanced at her lips. I am looking at her bitten lips now, and they are as beautiful as then.
We sat across from each other;
I touched her cold hand and decided to break this deathly silence.
"Everything is all right"
She shook her head positively.
"The time has come"
I looked at her for the last time possibly.
I touched her smooth skin, leaving a kiss on her cheek, and stood up.
She was left to sit there alone, and I heard that she was crying, I wanted to turn around and hug her, but did not.
I knew that if I turned around, I could not leave.
She knew that if I stayed she would not be happy.
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