A story of love Shell on the beach

Trees rustled its dark green foliage, pavement languishing in the heat, the children in the same T-shirt and shorts sitting on a bench eating ice cream to each other, comparing who is best. Victoria reached at the shop, which is opposite the summer cafe. It was on her, she was sitting next to Igor when he first told her he loved her more than life itself.

The day was cloudy, it's a bit cold because she was wearing a light dress. He hugged her, then pulled back and looked into the eyes of Victoria, and pridvinuvshis her, kissed her gently on the lips, at first just like people kissing, congratulating each other, and then passionately, like all lovers.

Then Igor put his hand on her gold bracelet, and told her he loved her more than life itself. That kiss burned on her lips all day, and the words she remembered every time he did not call her for a long time. Victoria got up from the bench, threw a cigarette butt in the trash, took off his hands a gift, put it on the bench, I looked with pity on the last ornament, and wiping tears, went further.

The next place where she was going to go, there was a restaurant that was in another city. She walked quickly to catch everything, and stopped only store different things, finding thick nylon thread and scissors, that here and acquired. Coming out of the store, she hailed a cab and asked to take her to the restaurant, where Igor invited her on a first date. The road was long, and not to speak to the taxi driver was difficult.

Victoria decided to partially share their apathy by asking the main question the driver. He was a man of advanced years, probably already has seen a lot in his life.

-Sorry, Can I ask something from you? The driver smiled and looked at her, said,

-Of Course, ask.

-If You want to end their lives by suicide, what type of death would you choose?

The driver looked at Victoria look full of horror and incomprehension

-Excuse Me, and then suddenly, at such a young and beautiful girl having such strange questions? Victoria looked at the steering wheel, and a grin, said,

-You Do not think I'm not going to do anything like that, I still want to live. I am a student, studying to be a psychologist, at the moment I write essay on the topic of suicide, and therefore interested.

The man smiled again, looked mysteriously left, and began to speak reasoning

-I Would never do this, but if I did, it was very bad, and I, also decided to commit suicide, that my goal would be an empty syringe.

Victoria did not understand what he was about it, she did not read on the internet, and decided to ask

-Sorry For the paucity of my knowledge in this matter. Could you explain that in the syringe?

Ah, yes, of course I will explain. You see, many of the suicide, in my opinion, simply drawn, they play as actors. They want to die beautifully, and the last hope that they will save some good people. How else can be explained by the fact that they choose to slow the types of deaths, not counting the roof and balconies. I think if you want to die, do it qualitatively, go at once, so that no one returned, why play the drama, you're not in the theater. He scratched his head

-So Now, I'm sorry, from the threads left. Since I decided, then take the syringe recruited twenty cubic meters of air, and comes in a vein. It is a wholly death, and no one will help. Victoria turned pale, she is terribly afraid of blood.

Yes, but not everybody can get into the vein. She said, pulling money from her purse. The driver pulled up, and looking at Victoria said,

Well yes, I had not thought about it.

-Wait For me, please, I pay in addition. Victoria said, stepping out of the car.

She went inside the restaurant, all the tables except one were free. Victoria sat in the center of the room. She noticed her walking waiter, coincidence or not, but it turned out to be the same guy. He examined it from top to bottom and said,

-You Like the last time, coffee and cake? Victoria was in shock over his memory.

No, not like last time. Let me ask, as you memorize all orders of visitors? The waiter smiled.

No, you just were when our honorable guests.

-Clear. I cognac "Baron Legrand", citric meats, dark chocolate, a cup of espresso coffee, cake with whipped cream, wine "Chambertin Clos" cheese platter, and sandwiches with caviar.

The waiter looked with interest at Victoria

-Do You have a good memory, too. Igor is to come?

-Probably. Do, please, order, and bring me the bill immediately. The waiter hurried to the kitchen, and Victoria lit a cigarette and began to reflect on upcoming suicide.

-Just Be no one noticed. She thought. The waiter hurried to her table so hard that he nearly fell into five steps away

-I Can be free? He asked, shifting food on the table.

-Yes of course. She looked at the bill, and the amount was surprised he knew that Igor buys all the expensive, but that on so much she could not even dream of. Victoria took the purse from her bag, pulled out an envelope, Igor, and removing from it the necessary amount put into the book accounts, leaving a tip to the waiter. Getting up from the table, she hurried into the taxi.

-You already? Fast! I thought that somewhere I will wait two o'clock. Said a surprised driver.

-No, You, if I had stayed for two hours, then released to you. The street was dark. Victoria looked out the window of a moving car, and again wondered. Why she did this gesture in a restaurant?

Perhaps to prove to all the kitchen staff that money is not important, but realize there are ordinary workers, because they do not know in detail all her affair with Igor. No. She did not do it because of them, and to Igor told to visit her country.

After all, he has not come back here again, and when he is told that Victoria was there, and made a strange act, he will remember it. But it is unnecessary, and more, it is necessary that he is still at least once, just remembered it.

-you In the same place, where and took away? I asked the taxi driver looking at Victoria.

-No. Now I have to the embankment.

-Yasno, But this time you have to wait?

-No. More I do not need to wait. Victor said, speaking with thoughts "-I Do not have to wait any longer, I will not be soon." She opened the window.

-Tell Me, that you bring up a lot of people talking to most of them, and if any of them are, which is impossible to forget? The driver looked at the road, and, without looking up, he said,

-Yes they were. Victoria looked at him

-And You can ask what they remember you? Without taking his eyes from the road, he began to tell

Well, because one of the passengers was a memorable desperate girl who sat in tears to me and asked to carry around the city at night without stopping. I drove it for two hours, all the while listening to her crying. Then she asked me to stop at the store, and then it turned out that she had no money to pay for a taxi.

Victoria laughed

-And What did she remember? Now, many cash-strapped passengers.

-Of Course a lot, but this one was because my wife was. Now they are both laughed. In Victoria a little cheer up. And who remembered?

-Paren One I dovozil to the pharmacy and back home. The next day I saw him on the local channel, it says that he died from an overdose. These people, I remember for a lifetime, and so many memorable, but not for long, for a maximum of a week.

Someone umbrella leaves someone with a package of products, some interior Mara someone asks pointless to mess around the city and beyond. I have interesting work, I like every day you participate in a piece of someone's life. The taxi driver stopped

Well, here we are. Victoria took the money from her purse

Thank you for a pleasant conversation, the change is not necessary. Good luck to you the way.

-And thank you. The driver said, closing as follows door for Victoria. It was nine o'clock in the evening, but some people are not in a hurry to leave the beach. Victoria went to the last place where they were often Igor, the place from which it started and a tragic romance.

Yes, it was a cafe with a beautiful name Breeze. She went into the half-empty cafe, fortunately, the place where they held the first meeting, it was free, sitting at a table by the window, a waitress called Victoria, and without opening the menu poprosila-

-Bokal Very good and expensive wine, please. The waitress hurried to execute the order.

Victoria slowly smoked and drank sips of wine, looking at the beach. She waited to leave the beach absolutely everyone. In my thoughts hovered memories of her first meeting with Igor. It seemed that now the door opens and he enters, so beautiful, so sweet, so dear, and now for her unattainable and totally alien.

Soon it will not be, and about a lonely girl who lived all alone and worked as a psychologist, will remember only her colleagues, and that is because of the fact that it does not appear at work. It is like a straw in a haystack, one of millions, billions of people on the planet. Who else cares to some of Victoria, which they did not even know.

Igor still remember it once - twice, and all because he now has its own, a happy married life, he was to her. He played it, distracted, it is only part of a millimeter in his life multimeter who Victoria so to think about it. And it was necessary to fall in love with such an egoist, and after her intuition told her at the very beginning that it is necessary to recover, sober look at Igor, and not fall in love with him.

What she had done, and why so in love with the one who is now completely unnecessary.

-Izzvinite Woman, already half past eleven, we will soon be closed. The waitress warned, putting the book on the table with a score.

-Yes of course. Victor said looking at the three empty glasses and a half-empty pack of cigarettes. After paying, she walked slowly to the very unfortunate place, which so carefully chose for his terrible crime. It appeared to be the farthest pier on the waterfront. Here, it is unlikely someone will see and be able to stop.

The beach was deserted, Victoria took off her sandals, pulled from her purse a prepared package, and start collecting heavy stones to his feet. When she received the required amount to the selected location, there were about two meters. Victoria ascended the stairs, and walked slowly to the edge of a wooden jetty.

Brightly shone the moon, the sea shimmered from her languid rays, a light breeze was blowing, and Victoria as the long corridor near-death life has stepped on the creaking boards of the old building. When he reached the end, she sat down on the dusty planks pier and began to bind the feet of rubble.

She remembered an article about those who choose it it kind of death, it was scary, but to stop almost at the finish line, she was not going.