12

Night closed over the house, and the darkness into which the bedroom plunged began to torment me. Questions grew in my head like mushrooms after rain, but there were no answers to them. Words couldn't express how awful and painful it was.

Falling asleep from time to time, I seemed to see a screen in front of me. Because of her, I heard voices: familiar and not very, pleasant and not very. I think I even heard my own voice and laughter. However, no matter how I tried to penetrate behind the screen, to see what my subconscious wanted to show me, the hand passed through it, as if I were a ghost and life in all its manifestations was no longer available to me.

Maybe that's how it was, and partly ... But what kind of "partially" is there ?! Having lost my memory, I ceased to exist. She didn't die, but she didn't live either. She breathed, but not fully. Loved ... Probably loved, but without a heart. It turns out that this was also possible.

In the morning I stood under a hot shower for a l