I walked the streets of Shepherds Glen, the town was now desolate and lonely, and it wasn't like this before. It used to be full of life and friendly people, and now this. But today I'm extremely happy, because of the rumors. Rumors about my Alex. The few remaining people in Shepherds Glen loved to gossip, this time it was about Alex returning from the army. I've missed him so much. Alex and I have been best دوستوں since kindergarten, when we would sit at our desks and pass little love notes to one another. Those were fun times. I was a little mad when he left for the army so abruptly, but...

Pure eyes, blue like a glassy head, آپ are always looking at me, and I am always looking at you. Ah, you're too meek - beautiful, unspoiled: thus I'm so sad, I suffer - and so happy, it hurts - I want to hurt you. And destroy myself. What would آپ think, if آپ knew how I felt - would آپ simply smile, not saying a word? Even curses from your mouth would be beautiful as pearls. I place my left hand on your face as though we were to kiss. Then I suddenly shove my thumb deep into your eye-socket. Abruptly, decisively, like drilling a hole. And what would it feel like? Like jelly? Trembling...