The morning began unexpectedly to Ariadne: she was unable to sleep. Opened the front door in the middle of a dark night and waited for them to come smiling Rose and say that all this is a stupid joke. But these doubts disappeared with the first rays of the sun, which broke through the dark curtains.

Yes, today there will come the moment so I'm waiting, ― said Ariadne and went into the shower.

The girl was sure about his decision, but doubt played a malicious joke with it, ate it from within, like termites that kill the tree. Maybe she feels something, maybe she doesn't. But when you walk by the tree that's living out its last days, do you happen to think that our heart is also mutilated and living out its last days?

No one has the answers to this question. Everything is so difficult, but at the same time very easy to perceive the truth. Unfortunately, we humans cannot always understand where Truth is and where Lies are. It's too complicated for our mind. Similarly Ariadne: she got confused in myself, in my feelings, which burned like a match.

― Mom, I can't come today. Don't wait for me, ― said the girl to her mother in the phone, not expecting an answer.

― All right, daughter, but don't forget that I love you very much, ― said the mother to the girl.

At this moment, something sprouted in her heart: a small rose sprout huddled in her, as if in the ground.

― You too...

Hearing the end of the call, Ariadne put the phone in her pocket and sat down near the mirror. She peered into the reflection and noticed the changes: bruises under the eyes, chapped lips, sunken cheeks. Of course, three days she did not eat, did not drink  there was no desire. All that was in it was the emptiness that ate everything around it.

Hope is all a lie.

They say we can control our own lives. That's true. But what can we do when one wrong action has tragic consequences? Why haven't people created a time machine yet?

Now Ariadne would give anything she had to go back three days early and save Rose.

Moving away from the mirror, the girl hit the wall and realized that she was in a cage ― a prison ― which does not let out, does not give the opportunity to breathe the aroma of flowers and fresh grass. The girl punched an innocent wall and cried. Ariadne utterly not regretted it, that leave this world, which is filled with hatred and as lies, that live in humans as parasites.

Girl regretted it, that so little time has devoted attention Rose, that not seen in its the eyes of pain and despair, which now feels itself. Perhaps for Rose, she died a long time ago, but she still lives in her heart, thoughts and memories. You can't give up something that leaves a mark in your heart.

The lunch sun burned the green leaves, the weather was very good. Easy wind touched the light haired girl, and her face was barely noticeable smile. No, she died a long time ago. For all of its existence is an illusion. The body is alive, but every cell is burned and turned into ashes, flying after the wind. It remains to kill the body, which can not live without a soul.

Until ten o'clock in the evening Ariadne wandered around the small town and considered the architecture. About the elegance and the speech can not be: the same type, gray buildings already pumped up the sad atmosphere of the city. Only children who swung on the swings, played and smiled, giving an incentive to move on-forward.
She recalled her childhood, the days when her parents were arguing, and she was in the next room crying for fear that his father would leave them. Ariadne remembers the day when she became an adult. My father was packing up, and she was just standing in the doorway looking at what was happening.
She didn't have the strength to stop him, but maybe it's for the best. She became more independent and self-confident. Already from the age of nine the girl could cook up a tasty Breakfast, clean the apartment. But, despite children, Ari understood, that is beginning to spare no, that has lost those precious moments life.

Maybe she was a kid with Rose. I always felt her support, the presence of her warmth and care, which gave her the strength to fight with external problems.
Together they laughed with simple things that at first glance seem stupid and awkward, played video games, were real. Only with Rose Ariadne could feel truly alive: she cried, laughed, acted crazy, but she felt alive, as opposed to now.

All the feelings turned pale, the colors were only black and white. Life stopped at the moment when her soulmate was gone. It's like they ripped off something too important for you, blocked your airway and closed all the doors. There is no exit, as well as an entrance, and you slowly die in four walls from lack of air. 

Ariadne walked in a red dress on the waterfront, in the distance could see the bridge. Lights illuminated the dark street and the light from them fell on the girl, with every step more and more.

― How many mistakes do we need to make to understand that life is not a game, but a reality that makes us live, hurt others and look at someone else's suffering? — said the girl and slowly went to the bridge, what little time we have with you there. Beats for two a strong my heart of, beats, to live. 

― No, life without her is not an option. My house is where my heart, and it burned down, dried up like a rose in the fall? —  the inner voice answered, forcing the girl to come to the bridge sooner.

Time tirelessly moved her to the abyss. After passing the obstacle of the railing, the girl stood on the edge. Flew if her memory film with snatches of life? No.
She looked at the blue abyss, which responded with the same gaze. And only one thing popped out like an Arctic iceberg. Ariadne remembered the day she met Rose.

All sounds subsided, life stopped, as the clock hands on her hand. In fact, her watch was stopped three days earlier, it was then that she died a soul, and now she will die a body.

Gathering her thoughts, she looked up at the sky. The stars shone with bright colors, it seemed that this is a miracle, but it would be a miracle now to see Rose.

The wind played with her hair, she felt deadly cold. Despair and loneliness pushed to make a step to the meeting. Step into darkness and emptiness. Ariadne did not know what to be beyond that which divides the worlds. The world we live in is hell. Because we all have demons we so afraid of our fears, anxiety, mistakes. We create Ghost images for ourselves. 
We create a confrontation between good and evil. No difference.

All the good  begets evil, and Vice versa. We cannot predict the outcome of an act. That is why we are defenseless and alone.

But for Ariadne it was time of oblivion of the senses.
And she jumped.
Water took her in a cold embrace, the air broke all ties with her.