I have never thought
I would see him again. An old man, who was passing through our windows every morning. He is slightly hunched, worn dark grey suit, with a black hat on his head. His hard boots stepped slowly, with no sound, but every time they touched earth, little cloud of dust raised up. Still he was full of grace - wooden stick in his left, wrinkled hand made a quiet tik-tok sound, while stepped. "Tik-tok, tik-tok!". Hits of his stick sounded like an ancient clock's mechanism. Usual men choose citrus or sea perfumes, but this stranger was surrounded by lilac scent.
When I was a child, I was afraid of him, but now I perceive this man as a statue - something normal, sometimes creepy, but it has its own place in this world.
I have never seen his face and never talked to him, but thought he was the only person in this world, which has been always by my side. My boyfriend left me three years ago, and from that moment I haven't any romantic relationship. I rowed with my friends, but now I don't think I had them at all. I was born in a happy family, but my admirable mother passed when I was 8. And on a funeral I saw him. He just stood near the tree and I felt strangle lilac scent. I couldn't saw his face, but had a strong feeling like he was looking right on the apples of my eyes. I was scared to the bones and cried, but father thought this tears was for my passed mother.
Several years later, my father died from a heart-attack and I saw this grey-haired man on a funeral again. But then I wasn't scared. Just a cold sweat appeared on my back when I felt a familiar floral scent and thought "he is near".
I was lonely, but I wasn’t alone. I started to live with my relatives from the father's side. My mother was an orphan morbid woman, so father's parents was against their wedding. They thought it would be a shame to their noble family. When my father argued their decision, they expelled him from the house. They don't love me just because I'm a daughter of that women, who was an obstacle of arranged marriage. Maybe, they perceive me like a cat or dog when you don't really need them - just keep feeding because you would feel in charge if they die.
To make "at least something good from dirty-blooded me" my grandparents (if I can call them so) sent me to some type of private college. I differed from common students – shy, poor with no special talents. Children started bullying me. No one cared and no one was by my side.
But several times when I was sitting right in front of my windows, I saw that the man started to pass throught them regularly.
I have never asked him why he does it every morning, have never thought if he had a family or not. Does he love cats or dogs? Or maybe he's allergic? The only thing I would like to know is what place is his destination point.
Sometimes I was envious to him. He knew where he was going every morning, he had a purpose.
But I didn't.
Two years ago I was made to move. For some time after this events I haven't seen this man, but today I did. Here he is, passing through my new window again. He is by my side. I have a strong feeling that we're as good familiars, as unfamiliar people can be.
The only problem is that noone ever noticed this man, except me. I would like to talk to him, bring here and show everyone that he's real. But in my new home we have a lot of bars on windows.
You know, it's hard to live in a madhouse.
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