"Time will not turn back, but we can always return to our memories"

                         Morgan Ray ©

The first day.

"I do not feel the beating of my heart, I look into the mirror and see nothing, I have disappeared.
I fell to white snow, and it was dissolved in it like water.
I lost her, my muse, my only love.
What is she doing with me? Am I worth it? "

Ariadne thought and slid along the wall like a ghost, she wanted to dissolve into the abyss that paralyzed her body.
-You need to go to the cemetery. - my mother said on the phone to me.
- So mom, I'll always be with her. - said Ariadne, and turned off the phone.

She knew that it was her fault.
A lack of time for them. Always learning, work.
It took them the moment that divided their lives on, "to" and "after".

Ariadne needs to go to send Rose in the last race, but she is so exhausted.
It is difficult for her to climb from her knees, go out into the street and behave as though nothing happened.
Too hard, unnecessary burden fell on her soft shoulders.
The heart was torn from pain, but at the same time it was burning from love.
Yes, people say love is not dying. It kills you, punches your throat through, tears your heart and leaves to die in convulsions.
Having gathered with the spirit, the girl decided to go to the cemetery.

Leaving the street, she looked at the sky, white clouds roamed in the gray space.
The wind whistled and circled by raising the dust and dirt that was on the roads.
Ariadne was walking fast into the cemetery. Eith each step she became more weak, the rhythm of breathing was beaten up, tears were in front of the eyes. On her light blue eyes.

Ariadne and Rose were not at all alike.
Ari was a brutal girl who likes to ride a bike, laugh at unlucky jokes and always work. Work and education were very important for her. Maybe that took them away?
Rose was the opposite of her girlfriend. Dark, colorful hair of a crescent wings. Light skin, bright eyes, and eternal freedom. She devoted herself to art, has always been a bit strange and too lonely.

Memories hit her head like crazy. She would like to forget everything, as if everything is just a dream, and she will wake up soon. Inspire on full breasts, laugh and meet Rose's eyes. But all this, only the ghastly sensation of the past, despair which took her into captivity.
When the girl approached the cemetery, she marked a small group of people standing in black, with their bulging heads. She could not see them, she was scared.
It's just worth looking into Mother Rose's eyes and she will understand everything.
She does not want to see pain and despair, which is concentrated in the eyes.

Having collected the last remnants of strength, she scratched and eventually met with these eyes.
- Ariadne, we were waiting for you. Rose left you a letter, hold on. – Rose’s mother stretched the girl a piece of paper with her trembling hand, and then hugged Ariadne.

The girl felt incredible heat and at the same time the cold coming from Katrina. That's what Mother Rose name. Dark - haired woman, with wrinkles around the eyes and around the edges rub.
-Thank you.

Ariadne took this letter, without looking at the house, and left this damn place. It's very difficult to be too close to your second half.

Walking along the empty road, she cried, cried from hopelessness and despair. From the emptiness that filled her, from the cold that settled in her. Ariadne can not play, she's too cold without Rose

When the girl reached her apartment, she opened the door with an old key, and entered the empty room. Dark wallpapers, living flowers, a foolish chandelier that Rose never liked, but Ariadne could not throwit away. It was a mention of her father, who had gone many years ago.
This was the hardest time for her. She constantly cried and shouted from pain. Throwing away all the memories from the head which were a long time ago, Ariadne took from the pocket of the jacket a piece of paper, and sat behind the chair in the kitchen.
"Dear Ari!
We will no longer meet on the Earth. My stay here is too painful.
I surrender, but I ask you to move on.mThank you, Angel, who spent these moments with me, gave me something that I did not find in the Bible."
It's impossible, it's hard to read.
Why her tears are falling on a piece of holy scripture?
This piece of paper for her is more important than the Bible, for God, in whom she never believed. There is no paradise, but there is hell. Now it is concentrated in this place, in Ariadne, who is dying from the inside.

Why did she do that? Was she so lonely?

Ariadne knew the answers, she knew who was guilty of this tragedy.
The world has died halfway, the sky has shrunk, the birds have stopped singing.
All through it, because of eternal employment and inappropriate attention.

It was just over two hours, and Ariadne was sitting on the chair, silent and looking out the window. Behind the glass was a storm, the branches of trees were waved by a fierce wind. The sky was almost purple, like a hematoma after a stroke. Drops of rain fell on the land of sin, and in a moment it became even darker than before.
Why does she want to cry, scream all over the world from pain?

"That pain will eventually become silent, time will return to its places, tomorrow everything will return to their circles." - Ariadne recalled these words, but did not believe in them.
-Time doesn’t  cures and does not erase pain, it will forever be with you. Until the last breath, until the last heart beat. - the girl said in emptiness, and went to the bedroom.

The bed is covered with red linens. Ariadna’s favorite color. But now it seemed black as fibers lost their properties and absorbed all the pain and sorrow that was in the apartment. He girl layed down on a cold bed, and closed her eyes. Wasted hoping that she would be able to fall asleep and no longer wake up, go to another world. She wanted to go to the kitchen, and eat something, but her strength was not enough. The severity swept over girl’s body, as she was shot down by the car.

- I do not want to feel it's too hard. I miss her so much. - and again tears, crystal tears flowed down Ariadne’s pale face. Everything has so suddenly disappeared from the ground, and all this was Rose. The only, true, beloved. Ariadne is too difficult without her sweetheart, and she is worried about Rose, that she still did not have time to tell her "Thank you".
Thank you for having been with me at a difficult time, for giving me your own warmth and words. The chilled heart is not a stone, it's ice remains. This is the ice that was crashed against the wall. And the strange wall still holds her, someone keeps Ariadne on the ground and does not let her go.