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She was staring into the darkness of the room. On the wall stood out silhouettes of portraits of them together, lit only by the full moonlight. Shadows were playing strange theatre ... if they were telling their story. She inhaled with smoke from her cigarette filled breasts and held it long in itself didn’t seem to want to exale the memories of him. It was one of those moments when past, present and future meet in one and a person is helpless to find the end of the one and the beginning of another ... when a memory surfaces brighter than the morning sun, and the present is lost in the twilight of the four walls. She sighed, yesss - their story! It was already a history, faded by the time, with everything said and unsaid ... with suspicions, with separation ... so many unfilled time between them, an abyss which none of them will dare to cross and fill in . But here, nestled in her memories she stepped forward towards those dreams they have ever had. Returned to their island, where they began their long journey. Remember the joy of stolen hours together, shared moments of happiness and sadness, cups of coffee for two, smiles, hugs, kisses, promises ... plans ... She knew how much he had needed them and gave him that all handsfull and did not want anything in return. No, she did not regret about anything, was pleased that he was pleased allowing his eccentricities, forgiving his whims and man’s secrets and was happy that she is a small fraction of his big world – otherwise a little firefly in his twilight time. Until one day the little firefly flashlighted attitudes to stop lighting on her own and flew away ... No, not from him ... from his way, because it already has been a bright highway and he did not need her little glimmer. She departured and he did not seek - why is a firefly to one when the ramps make his eyes blind? How simply things really happen, just as simple as the life is itself! Her eyes passed over his portrait on the wall. The Moon was reflecting itself in the mirror surface of it, delivering as though the expression of childlike face full of anticipation. She had shivers from the naive expression of his eyes staring at her, those the same eyes which she had ever loved and kissed before the sun rises. A hot tear rolled seamlessly on her cheek, apparently matured by her memories . .. after it came the second one and another… She stopped staring at the portrait on the wall - it had lost his lunar magnetic radiation - just the moon was hidden behind a cloud. There was a thunder - rain was coming. written by youngmed (05.10.2011)