Bloody swirls, a thick watery shroud, a forgotten feeling of warmth and calm. An unbearable thousand-ton weight presses on my eyelids, all that's left is to close my eyes - and everything will be fine. Now everything will definitely be fine...
Red. Not blood. The red tie hung over me, as if reminding me of those summer days, as if not letting me go from the story that was supposed to end.
Continuation of Lena Bad End.
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