Crimson looked through the window of her room: waited the moon to appear on the sky. Finally, when grey clouds covered the sun, she went out. Decided to went in the forest as usual.
While walked between the dark, wet trees, suddenly heard a voice. Crimson went near to the river, where it cames. It wasn't difficult for her to notice that there was someone. Slowly went closely and when was enough near to hear what saying the voice, stopped.
'The life is just a pain-
throwin' in the stain
of dozen broken vows...'
'No one will hear what say,
no one will know my name,
because I'm lonely...'
Intuitive continued Crimson. She didn't wanted to interrupted, just these words came purely accidentally.
The boy overturned and stared at her. Then made a sign to sit. Crimson sat near to him and looked at the river. They couldn't see each other, because was too dark, but it didn't had a matter. In her mind sounded the lines.
-What are you doing here?
asked she at one time. Even though that it wasn't written on her stare, she felt confused of it.
-I came here accidentally, but this place is exactly what I wanted.
answered the boy and looked up.
-What about you?
-I come here every night for a year. The last one my parents passed out, so, it reminds me of them.
Explained she. Crimson didn't get used to talking about her life; actually, the reason was that she hadn't friends-now even didn't went to school, because was just five year old. But now it was different.
The girl felt a sympathy toward the soul, near to her.
-I'm sorry for your losing.
he whispered. Crimson only made a sign, like: 'no problem'. Their conversation should to continue longer, if the boy didn't was called. Took a simple goodbye and gone.
Crimson came back at home. After a dinner, went in her room and sat at the end of the bed. Stared at the black walls and breathed. She thought about the stranger meeting, who was more than interesting, but, alas...too short. The girl hoped to see that boy tomorrow again at night...looked through the window for last and closed eyes...
•••
The next day Crimson spent of counting the minutes, 'till the sun disappeared, to went in the forest. When cleaned her room, she sat on the floor and thought what to asking the boy, who met yesterday.
It was not so typical to interesting of someone, but he made her able to share her point of view, without be laughed at it for the first time, since one year...
The night came. And all, that someone could to hear, was the owl's and the other night creatures's sounds and songs. Even though that outside rained, it didn't stopped Crimson to went out. Alas, when was near to the river, she didn't saw him. Sat to waiting, but he didn't came...
Every day Crimson waited and hoped to meet the boy again, 'till thought that it was only a part of her imagination...
The years flashed. Crimson grew up, started to go to school and every day, who she had around peoples, who didn't understood her, was a real nightmare...
•••
Crimson walked in the forest and looked at the falling leafs. At one time one tree turned to fall in front of her. Suddenly, someone grabbed her palm and moved her backward. When opened eyes and realized that was alive, Crimson looked at the tree. In that time the sympathy came in her soul again.
-Hey.
a boy voice said. She recognized this sarcasm and overturned. In front of herself there was a tall boy, dressed gothic- the same, who met before years.
Even though that it wasn't written on her face, she was happy inside. Greeted him and kept silence. Looked at his eyes- now she could to see him.
-When we met before, I didn't told you my name. I'm Crimson.
Started she.
-Ennui.
said the boy and turned to took her hand away from his own, but the girl splitted fingers with him's more, while watched with asking stare. The questions, who should to ask before, had been disappeared, so, the only she could to do, was to be quiet.
-You have to be careful. The trees in that forest, are old and sometimes falling...
The silence was interrupted of Ennui's words. Even though that he told it without showing an emotion, inside was little worried.
-If the tree was killed me, I should to went on the other side...
Answered and pointed the tree.
-There I should to be understood...
-But you can't be one hundred percent sure in that if die, the other world will be better than this.
For the first time Crimson heard different point of view about the death. This opinion changed her mind. And something in her soul squealed to trust the boy in front of her. Slowly moved her hand from his and stepped backward.
-Do you want to meet again?
Asked Ennui with soft voice.
-Yes, why not.
answered Crimson, took a goodbye and went back at home.