Waking up at four o’clock in the morning, Arianda went to the shower and after that decided to bring herself into order. However, everything was useless. Yes, it was possible from the outside that she smelled dignity but inside she was completely broken.

Her sweetheart flies somewhere in the sky and sees Ariadne, suffer and feel despair which is concentrated in this girl.

Now nothing can save her from loneliness, nobody’s love can not cure her soul and heart.

They simply do not exist anymore; they stay with Rose at the edge of the abyss. At that ghost boundary, which divided the heart of two forever.

“No one else, only I’m guilty of that.” — Ariadne repeated about herself, standing under the warm water that was pouring from the shower.

Dressing up fresh clothes, she went to the kitchen and brewed a strong coffee.

Again that memory. Rose always loved coffee, it was her weakness.

Having made a sip, she felt the long-awaited heat that spilled inside the body.

But unfortunately it could not warm the soul…

Ariadne firmly decided she should leave this world tomorrow. Go on a journey where Rose will meet her. She needs her so much. This smell, silky hair, a gentle smile, eyes, where the universe is concentrated.The eyes that disappeared, eyes that have been closed.

When someone closed Rose’s eyes, Ariadne’s were closed too without the possibility of returning.

Perhaps she would have given her life for Rose. But there was no need for this. In our life we meet about eighty thousand people, but we do not remember most of the eyes and smiles, we do not need it.

The world is focused in the eyes of a loved one. In it we will be able to see the trees in gold and silver. There we see what we can not find in the stream of people, can not see in the Quran, and even in the Bible.

In these eyes we see ourselves true, but when they disappear, no mirror will show us-ourselves, they will not tell the truth that we hide so carefully.

Having gathered with the last remnants of thought, Ariadne firmly decided that tomorrow is the last day. She will dress her favorite dress and go to follow Rose into oblivion, into the bottomless sea.

In general, the community takes an unconventional relationship very painfully. Especially when you live in a city where all people believe in God very much.

The weekly trip to the church for the people of a small town was a salvation, a sunshine that gave them the hope that once their neglected town would flourish.

Unfortunately it was a lie. It all depends on people, from their actions and words. People themselves build their lives and space around and as a rule usually ruin it. Destroying churches, holy places, strange lives.

You do not need to blame God or Fate, in all the misfortunes people are to blame.

Even love.

People, who are falling in love, give each other wings, those wings that raise them to heaven, give incredible freedom and ease.

— You broke my wings…

Ariadne was too difficult, her stay on earth seemed as painful as possible.

She met Rose on the eve of St. Valentine’s Day, walking along the snowy streets and holding a fresh newspaper in her hands.

Well, of course, the newspaper. Her mother was so interested in politics and religion that she did not even mention what was happening to Ariadne.

So, Ariadne decided to look at the pages of the newspaper, and at that moment. she accidentally touched the girl without seeing her.

— I’m sorry. Ariadne said to the dark-haired girl.

It seems she fell in love at first sight. Does it really happen?

These eyes, the smile, the red cheeks and the sincerity that went from the girl charmed Ariadne.

That girl was Rose.

From that time two girls began their communication, evenings in solitude and frank conversations.

Ariadne has never been ashamed of her orientation, and after a week of communication Rose admitted in her preference to Rose.

Even then Rose did not push her away, on the contrary she accepted and supported.

After three months of communication, girls fell in love with each other, and this was a surprise for the two.

Their first kiss can not be forgotten. Spring beams fell on their bright faces, and without any hesitation were kissing in the park.

Of course this was not without consequences. The parents of the girls, found out that girls were in the park, and tried to separate this unconventional couple with all sorts of methods.

However, their love endured this obstacle, and not only one. On their way there were how many walls, barriers and tests that seemed to be abandoned, to lower their hands, to surrender and to disperse on different sides of the barricades.

Unfortunately, their love can not withstand one obstacle. This barrier was a time, as well as their employment, the inability to say the words which they lacked.

Words that’s what will live forever.

Love is not eternal, people are dying, but words remain. They remain with us like pain, which will not let us go until we die. Do not let our hands down and give up to the main enemy — time.

The day met Ariadne with cloudy sky, it seemed that it was sad. But this is not true, only people can feel. Yes, of course, we do not know what animals or plants feel, but we know well ourselves.

Going through the gloomy streets, where there was no man, the girl looked at the windows of the old and not quite stores. She saw the products that were perfectly laid out on shelves, but it did not matter.

She went to redeem her sins, moved to the place where people would apologize for their guilt and deeds — to the church.

No, she was not going to pray to God, no. She wanted to say a few words to the angel. And this angel was Rose.

Entering the old church building, Ariadne immediately stumbled upon the great images of Jesus Christ, the crucifixion, and the people who prayed. Coming closer to the center, she saw Rose’s mother. She stood and shook her lips whispering something with her eyes closed. Fortunately, the woman does not notice her.

“I’m dying, you see? Say it! I loved you so frenzied, and you… I gave you the half of the world, this is all my fault.

Someone sees in the role of the saints Jesus, Virgin Mary, but for me, you are holy for me … "- Ariadne spoke mentally, and with each word her stay in the church seemed too oppressive and impossible.

Breath to full her breast girl could only when she went out into the street.

A rainy day began, the droplets were trying to get into the girl’s eyes. But Ariadne, exhausted from her pain, went home.

To the house where she once waited for Rose, where she did not feel lonely.

Watching the videos that were saved on the tablet, Ariadne cried. Just cried, because there was no more power to fight. First of all, with herself and with her selfishness.