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An evening silence was cut through by the quiet sobbing. She was crying again. Sitting on her window-sill, looking at the moon, which from time to time was hiding behind the torn-apart in scraps clouds , it charmed her, sometimes, even made her forget that she cries, but tears did not abandoned her eyes. The moon seemed to be so close, that she could reach it with her hands, but at the same time, it was so far.

This sinful city, as well as any other on this planet, was full of life and vanity. Everybody aimed to obtain something, every day even more drowning in this whirlpool of events which with time were forgotten or simply lost their sense. She liked to look down from her window; people seemed so tiny from down there. Like ants, they hurried here and there, everybody rushed somewhere in businesses. Now, only a thin wall of glass separated her from them. So much pride was in her look, so much charity, watching after them from above. She compared herself to those people, and thought that she was better than they are, that they are not alike.

Sometimes she opened her window, and stood on a window-sill, closing her eyes, just giving herself up in the hands of wind. It caressed her skin gently, sweeping off hot teardrops from her cheeks, crept through her hair. So much tenderness, so much love was in these strokes. It seemed like it loved her dearly, and for that she wanted to surrender to it, just jump in these invisible embraces, hoping that the wind will catch her and take away, somewhere far; where she would not have to cry anymore, where there would be none of these monotonous grey days with their senseless anxieties. All she wanted was to escape somewhere, where all of these will not be, and the dirt that covers the world's beauty will not be there ether. In such minutes, she thought about him, her angel. Yes, an angel indeed. He gave her so much kindness, tenderness and love. But, she did not see how much this angel loved and adored her; a regular human, who was no different then others. He always was her keeper, he never refused to give her a hand, and he loved her very gently, ardently and quiveringly. But living in an error, unwillingly mixing with this sinful crowd, she became like all of them, cold and stale. When she lost faith in herself, and would seem already drowned in this viscid bog of inevitability, just waiting for fate to come, the angel came, to rescue her. So much light and warmth came from him. She was attracted to him, as a fire-fly to the lamp; she tried to get closer to him, but burnt herself. He was quite close, but at the same time so far, as well as the moon. She understood who he actually was only after he turned his back to her, showing his snow-white wings. That instant, all of her life flew in front of her eyes in flashes. She saw how indifferently and ungratefully she treated her savior, and how long he tried to awake her. She saw that she was also covered in that dirt, that she hated so mach, and could not see what this angel tried to show to her; and she finally saw this clean, innocent and sparkling love. Falling down on her knees, she begged for his forgiveness, but it was too late. No, he did not leave her. He still needed her, he still loved her. Once, looking at her from above, he swore to give away everything, just to be with her, to be closer. He would never be ready to loose everything again, and now, his everything was her.

On the nights like this, she thought about him. Remembered how his tender hands touched her velvet skin, and how sweet his lips tasted. Now, she was ready to give away everything, just to be closer to him. She was ready to throw away all of her pride, vanity, and to begin a new life, but this time, with him. Thoughts about him caused the storm of emotions in her. She wanted to cry and smile at the same time. Love, which unexpectedly grew in her heart, burned her to ashes and every time she, as if phoenix, regenerated from this ash. But with every time she became stronger. This, before unknown to her, feeling strengthened her desire to live.

How pleasant this night was. A spring breeze brought the aromas of blooming trees and quietly moved curtains not daring to violate this weight of silence. The streets were almost empty, just some passer-by, as wandering soul, returns home. The last lanterns went out. The nightly silence was cut through by the quiet sobbing......