It's a dank night. It's only 7:30 p.m., and it's already so dark. There are no stars in the sky, everything is covered with gray clouds. Well, or black ... But the air is surprisingly clean and smells like flowers.
I slowly came out of the entrance and shaved to the farthest bench at the end of the yard. Puddles of puddles were slipping under my feet. Strange... I didn't even notice it was raining.
When I got to the bench, I carefully felt its wooden surface for temperature and humidity. Cold... I had to climb up with my legs and sit on my back. Oh, my grandmother would have seen me now - she would have scolded me for such uncultured behavior. After sitting like this for half a minute, I reached into my pocket for seeds. What can I lose here?
Behind my back, I could hear footsteps. I didn't tremble and turn my head, I knew the gait. Besides, he was the one who asked me to come here...
- You're late," I drilled up, biting another seed.
- I'm sorry," Wanka answered with a husky voice and sat down next to me on the back of the bench.
- Will you? - I held out my fist clenched palm, offering seeds.
The guy felt my hand with his warm hand. I pulled my hand off angrily, scattering the seeds.
Then, ashamed, I whispered:
- I'm sorry...
Iwan sighed heavily and seemed to ruffle his short hair, rustling with a bolon jacket. We kept silent for two minutes, each thinking about our own.
I remembered just a week ago when we were sitting on this very bench on the same cold, gray evening. And we weren't cold at all, we were warmed up by love. Well, our hugs were tight. And three months earlier, we had met here. And two months ago, we swore we'd never part and never forget each other...
Just think a normal bench in the yard and so many expensive memories.
- Katya, - ripped me out of his thoughtfulness for some reason uncertain voice. - Forgive me...
I sighed and frowned. I wish I hadn't cried, but not that!
- I just didn't know she'd come back into my life," continued Vanya. - I thought I'd forgotten her...
"I wanted to shout, but then the voice would have made me cry that I was already rolling on my cheeks. - I loved you! But Sveta was my first love, and it turned out I couldn't forget it! - I could feel him turning his head and looking at me.
I guess I'm waiting to answer. I licked my salty lips with tears. It tastes so familiar... Got used to it last week. Yes, exactly six days ago I saw my beloved Vanyusha kissing some girl on this very bench. It was... so painful!
I clasped again, trying to push away the obsessive picture, but it looked like it was printed on the retina.
Suddenly Vanya sat down closer to me, hugged me and pressed me against his shoulder. I didn't mind. For some reason, it was much easier to breathe, and tears were no longer suffocating. Minutes went by, but silence wasn't a burden. We'd often sit there like this and keep silent, enjoying each other's presence.
- Why is fate so cruel to us? - Vanya asked, pressing harder on himself.
- Destiny? - I smiled sarcastically. - Fate was invented by those who did not want to feel guilty about their choice.
The guy didn't answer anything. He just sighed very hard. We sat like this for another ten minutes. I wanted to know what he was thinking at that moment. We always used to tell each other our thoughts. But now...
Somewhere the alarm went off, the dog barked loudly, and the door slammed several times. I took it as a sign that it was time...
I waved his hand off my waist and gently jumped to the ground and pulled my jacket.
- Everything, huh? Not even friends? - Iwan asked sadly.
I shook my head negatively, then remembered that I could not see well in the dark, and answered:
- No," she then categorically said: - We should never talk again... Never! And take it away...
I've been squeezing this ring in my hand for a long time, not daring to say goodbye to the most important gift of my life. Taking his palm, I put a ring in it and convulsively squeezed my fingers.
- Tip and love for you! - As I turned around, I headed toward the house, hoping not to step into the puddle because my eyes covered my tears.
- She didn't need me! She's already married," my ex-boyfriend yelled at me. - I need you!
I didn't stop knowing I was doing the right thing. You can't hold on to the past because it's from the word "past. And if you look back every time, you can skip the happiness that will be ahead. The past must remain in the past...