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The Island

I found myself on a deserted island of a size of a football field. Around the island there were crowds of people passing by and looking inside, but no one ever dared to come in. I was alone inside of a huge crowd. People greeted me from the distance, but no one crossed that line, no one has ever thought of it even as of a distinct possibility. Why would they cross the line when they can rather just walk on?! And they did… walked on.

I wanted to leave the island when I got too lonely, but the island and its borders kept following me; no one ever got close. They all went around. I gave up and started living my own life on the island. Time has passed.

One day this girl walked up to me not noticing the border of the island or that she left the crowd and asked what I was doing here alone. I answered “Waiting for the miracle”. She said “Let’s wait together”. We sat down, I made hot tea and we started waiting for the miracle together.

Every day this guy would walk by and look at us. I never cared if people looked at me but now I felt protective towards my female friend. That guy would look at her for hours; he never crossed the border line; she knew that he was looking at her and she probably knew him.

It started getting cold. I asked her if she wants to leave – “It’s cold – you might get sick”. She looked at me then at the comfortably-dressed people walking around our island and she said – “Out there, I’m just another one of them; here I am with you and we own this island. We are waiting for a miracle, we have a dream”. She got close to me. It was getting even colder. In a few days I heard her cough. I ran outside to look for a coat for her. When I was back, I saw her talk to that same guy that kept stopping by and looking at her. He still did not cross the borderline of the island. I overheard:
“Him: Do you remember?
Her: Yes
Come back
No, I have a dream here
You’re dying
I would rather die when I have a dream
This is stupid”

I ran in there and screamed – “Take her. She will die here. My world is cold at times. It is hard to live in it”

“I never thought that you would command me, I thought that you were not like that” she said and then started coughing.

The guy got uncomfortable and walked away. She cried. I cried. We left the island that day, it released us. We found a nice warm suburban place to live. Years have passed, I could not think about leaving her. That guy visited us a couple of times. He was lonely. But we were warm, we were happy. The miracle has happened.

Умничка. Красивая метафора. И якоря классные. Мне очень понравился тот, где ты меня за правое плечо трогаешь, сверху. Р-р-р-р...