Pain has a dual nature, it is rich and every time very dieferent.Everyone feels the pain very personal someone needs in it....we all are very close to it every day are sometimes even doesnt notice it.by the structure life is the art of hiding from the pain searching for it. again.. Yes, this is what I mean. Never before i told this story,so i liitle bit worry. all my life, this story
was a terrible secret, and if you are reading these lines, we (the main characters of the book)are dead ..
That day was started strange.at first my alarm clock was broken, thats why i started to be late.i puted on the wear i found first and run away from house. someone broke a bulb in entrance and there are results-torn stockings, tore knee and broke the heel on the new suede shoes.remembering all the devils go back home. Well, why I so lazy yesterday and havent put the things on their places? it isnt easy to find something in the mountain of clothes on the floor . 20 minutes,later I was finaly ready to go.running from home, I was very sad to think about how it would be good to drink a cup of tea now ...
By the way, I certainly got into сongestion.there was cloudy and soon the rain had started.i felt very sad and remembered summer in a countryhouse.i was so immerse in my own thoughts that only now heard the shrill call the mobile phone. "they are worryabout me, waiting ..."- thought i and heart was filled by warmness, because my musicians, was the only that Ihad left after a quarrel with another boyfrend.but I doesnt worried about it.everytime there was a lot of attention to my person, I never suffered, especially now that the case in my group went up the hill, to twist around me a lot of musicians.looked at my mobile, I just did not strike the seat, 11 unanswered calls to the studio! Horror! I was ashamed, because yesterday i warned people not to be late.
late in an hour and a half I reached the street near the studio.the rain was terrible!but more terrible was that i forgot my umbrella at home.went near the door mirror, I looked at my reflection .the picture i saw maked me wanna cry-wet hair sticked to the cheeks, make up was spoiled, boots were very wet.i was out of luck! entered the hall, I had face to face with a tall guy in a bright red sweater.