Day 1. I’ve lost three years. I’ve cut my throat. But I survived. Her name was Maria. A simple girl with eyes, that were full of modesty. She weared blue sweater, jeans and glasses. If I had saw her in the university, I would have thought, that she is a nerd.
19:15. Homeless, salesmen and businessmen were getting past the department store. Everybody will get old. Sadness was approaching the apogee. Day was approaching the horizon. Was I ready for the truth?
Day 2. The room. Her fragrance was everywhere. Even walls began to smell with her. How can I get out? Notebook, pen, wedding pants. It’s all. The wind was blowing. Hopelessness never stopped. I wanted to do something. So I accepted myself.
Day 3. Her coat still smelled. It was still warm. Day 4. Finally I realized. Nothing matters. ----------- Day 0. She died.