Грань будущего
Chapter 6
Trappedinacruel,unendingnightmare,youronlythoughtswereforthem.Youcouldn’tbeartoloseevenoneofthem,nomatterwho.
Redwasyourcolor,yoursandyoursalone.Itshouldrestwithyou.IwillpaintmyJacketskyblue,thecoloryoutoldmeyoulovedwhenwefirstmet.Inafieldofamillionsoldiers,Iwillstandoutfromalltherest,alightningrodfortheenemy’sattacks.Iwillbetheirtarget.
Isatthereforsometimeholdingthelastcupofcoffeeshe’devermade,forsomeoneshe’dbarelyknown.Itsthinaromastirredinmeaninsufferablelongingandsadness.Asmallcolonyofblue-greenmoldbobbedonthesurfaceofthecoffee.Raisingthecuptomylips,Idrank.
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