Love I

The girl bit her lip… The wind blew the honey of her hair across her white blouse, and her fingers intertwined delicately and helplessly. A dark-haired boy with a similarly saddened face was still sitting on the bench next to her… It was full of people strolling here: happy lovers, broken families, catastrophic loners, and failed marriages, because after all, this was the most beautiful park in the city, enveloped in autumn, falling leaves, and such uncertainty, donning the overcast weather. They didn't look each other in the eye… They avoided each other's gazes, silently musing on a hundred thoughts.

"It has to be this way… I'm sorry," the girl began, finally looking into the boy's. Tears spilled from her eyes with gentle calm, while the boy's were flowing quickly and clearly.

"Don't apologize… You have nothing to apologize for…" the dark-haired man muttered, burying his face in his hands. Her beige sweatshirt got wet from a handful of tears, her hair bent as it touched her hands, and her tired elbows slipped from her knees… The girl immediately looked at the ground, and in that silence it seemed they would remain forever… Only more leaves crashed to the ground, and only the screams of running children, and only the music coming from a nearby restaurant… "

You know…" the boy began, wiping his face. "I can't help it," he continued, looking at the girl. "But… So I'm facing several months of insomnia, loss of appetite, aversion to everything…" he paused and looked at the ground. "And you know… You know this perfectly well, and if you're leaving me at the mercy of this time, you must really know what you're saying… "

We'll stay with…

" "No," the boy interrupted quickly. "That won't help me… I won't pretend to smile in front of you, and I won't cry in front of you all the time." It doesn't make sense..." He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. "5 p.m." he whispered. "I'm going..." "

Where?"

"We'll never see each other again... I'll just leave this place, this world forever...

" "But... Don't do that!" the girl added quickly, her eyes locking on the boy's cheek.

"I have to leave, and I will... You see... Maybe in a dozen or so years we'll see each other's faces on a dusty tram, in a damn office, or somewhere else. Maybe our thoughts will converge one day, or our hearts, burned out, will drown and be reborn in heaven... I don't want to stop loving you, so it's best for me to leave here... Goodbye..."

The girl's gaze drifted to the ground... The boy stood up slowly and awkwardly, supporting himself with his right hand on the bench as he took the first step towards the nearest tram station. He marched slowly and systematically, and she spent an even longer moment motionless on the same bench… The wind was picking up, perhaps deliberately hitting both of their eyes? Or perhaps it was a sign from God…