Dust is scattered, invisible but can be felt. Fly, merge with the dry wind and sweltering afternoon tombs. Trees along the path are neglected but survive in the midst of worldly complexity. Shook like a gun barrel that was about to be fired.
At the end of a park bench someone sat. Ignore the dirty and polluted air absorbed by his lungs and damage health. Behind him, someone stood watching his movements. Occasionally looking into the street, hoping that no one would know what they were doing there.
"I can not stand. Say what you want, Anna, "pleaded the person who stood up. His voice was hoarse and hissing.
Anna, the girl, pondered. His eyes went straight to the road, went further exploring what was behind the high-rise buildings and through everything; if he can, he wants to do it. But he is just an ordinary human, fragile and real. The reality presented to him is not as beautiful as the dreams of a small child who does not know the world. He, the person who understands his life for the mistakes that have been made.
But he gave in to fate, trying to change his destiny, or change anything he could change; in this life.
"You remember today, right?" his voice, in contrast to the man behind him, was very calm and melodious. Looks like a beautiful chirping parrot. Because the man did not answer, he continued, "The wind god brings hatred out of this area, because of that the air that you feel is very heavy and hard. Be patient, Daniel, the god will clean the wind here soon. "
"I'm not interested," Daniel grinned, rolling his eyes lazily. "That god of your illusion won't help even in the most difficult times. Anna, where is your faith? "
The girl did not move. His body broke into slapping the man, but his conscience remained unable. No matter how much Daniel said, he could not hurt the man who had helped him in any difficult situation. Daniel is the god.
"My belief is formed every time I move, breathe and talk, also think," Anna said curtly. He looked up to see the face of the man who had filled his heart for years. Their eyes met. Scratches between the eyes implied, but no one dared to open the conversation.
The wind howled, getting louder and fiercer. Support the tragedy that occurred in both.
Daniel shook his head. "Anna, we can't. We are different, very different. "
Anna did not move. With all his might hold the water coming out of his eyelids. "We are different, Daniel. But ... is it possible that in the sky there, we will be the same beings and be together forever? "