Page 3 of Heal Me

They are even somewhat similar to Denys. The only thing is that Sebastian has dark green eyes, like wet grass in the spring, and his cheekbones are not so pronounced, but for the most part they are very similar.

"And what about you with Dan? " He finally sat on my bed and I fell into his arms.

"Tomorrow we celebrate a year of our relationship," I said with a smile.

We were made for each other. As soon as we were born, we already knew somewhere deep in our hearts that we would fall in love and live happily ever after. And so it was. I was head over heels in love with him. I couldn't imagine my day without him, and he couldn't fall asleep without my texts.

"Denys has come," came my mother's voice from the first floor. I jumped out of bed, overwhelmed with emotions, and although we had known each other for what seemed like an eternity, every meeting with him was like the first.

"Don't act too excited," my brother said with a smile. But I did not pay attention to him and was already going down the stairs.

"Where is my beautiful girl?" He was standing in the doorway. A work of art, perfect from the beginning to the end, and most importantly, the one who belonged only to me. His light blond hair became impossibly lighter, and his blue eyes simply killed anyone who looked into them. He remained the star of the whole city and of the whole country, because posters with his face hung on every street, but before that he was a keen athlete, an excellent student and my boy. Which, by the way, at the age of fifteen had a height of one hundred and eighty centimetres. And I am exactly fifteen centimetres shorter than him. I ran up and hugged him, as if for the first time, as if we hadn't seen each other this morning, and we hadn't talked on the phone an hour ago. If it were my will, I would merge with him into one body and never let go. If I had known then what I was asking for, I would never have thought about it in my life, I would have rather torn out my tongue or hit my head against the wall, if only this thought had not appeared in my head, but you cannot take back what was said. Mom put her hands her hands and looked at us with tears. This happens every time she sees us together. Therefore, most often I ask Denys not to enter our house.

"Now it will begin," he whispered in my ear and leaned close to himself. His hand was on my waist, on my face was a silly smile of a girl in love, and we were looking into each other's eyes. In such moments, only the two of us remained to exist. Everything in the whole universe was disappearing, and only our hearts could be heard beating.

"I will take a picture of you," said my mother while taking out her camera, we laughed, because this is exactly what we expected. I was ready to give everything so that such moments would never end.

Chapter 4

Our days

"And then he told me to go away, you hear me, he told me to go away," my friend shouts right into my ear, although there are others sitting next to us, so she can shout at any of them. Actually, I don't understand what she's talking about, it seems like I lost the thread of the conversation two years ago when I met her in my first year at university. I run my hand over my temples, my head hurts like hell.

"Headache again?" Lily notices.

I nod.

"Have you talked to the doctor? Maybe you need some stronger pills?" A gun.

"Don't worry," I tell her and pretend that someone has written me a surprisingly interesting text message.

"Mr John is a bastard, he wants us to take the exam ourselves," Yara shouts indignantly, and I want to throw something heavy at her.

"Well, that's just out of line," Adele supports her, still shouting in my ear.

I realise that we are in the middle of the university, where thousands of students are talking to each other at this very moment, but there’s no reason to shout so loudly.

I jump to my feet as if scalded and walk away. I don't care what they think, as much as I love these crazy blondes, sometimes I can't stand them.

"Ami," Lily catches up with me, "what's going on with you?"

I stop walking. I don't want to say anything bad.

Just don't say anything that will break this innocent little girl’s heart. Just don't say anything.

"Fuck off," comes out of my mouth and I storm out of the university.

I breathe in the cold autumn air, wishing I hadn't decided to leave my jacket in my room that morning.

"How are you?"

I receive message from Sebastian. It wouldn't be him if he didn't ask me a thousand times every day how I'm feeling. I'm a third-year student, almost twenty-one years old, and he treats me like an eight-year-old child.

But I can't blame him for that, without him this world would seem even more meaningless.

Me:I'm tired, I'm going home.

If you can call going sitting at a bus stop and freezing from the cold.

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