A thin knife for paper…
The noise of water spew crane reflected from the plate walls and echoes crawl around the room. The most of his naked feet come and tail away, as if fearing to approach.
His even breathing slow white steam rose from the ceiling, hoping to find a solution ... But it was not.
It wasn't like the life in his eyes.
Life, that went along with her.
Rocket sat in an ice bath tiles, bare backs leaned against the wall.
Peaceful heart beating in his head rustled the water, and light eyes walked hazel emptiness.
Yesterday were buried the halfback of Snow Kids.
Newspapers throughout the checker headlines on accidents, the death of a pregnant woman- the famous player and daughter of public people, it was the blame of a drunk driver.
Doctors said that it could not be saved, that she died quickly and without suffering.
At first these words frantically knocking in his head, as fast as a dying heart.
In one moment to lose everything!
But he is only twenty. And they, immediately after the Cup, wanted to leave the sport and to settle their as yet small family in a quiet place...
Uncle Arch said that the death in the hands of fate.
But his death is in his hands.
The guy got up slowly and closed the valve. Held the hand of ice water and put his hand in his pocket.
Fingers feel a subtle knife for paper and dragged him to the cold air.
Tears have not been. Since his lovely girl was closed in a terrible coffin ...
But she was so afraid of the dark ...
Rocket slowly climbed into the bath. Pants become soggy instantly and unpleasant adhere to the body, until he plunged into scalding liquid, and his chestnut hair touched the clear, as the ice water.
He doesn't felt the cold. As anything felt inside him. Only the gravity of the fact, which he is still alive, that he was not next to her.
As they were happy when Tia said that they will be three ... But he was father a few days ...
Fingers have shrunk knife handle, lazily making a sharp edge outwards.
They say time heals ... but his soul will be able to cure it ... But just not for some time there ...
Two swings ...
The absence of pain.
One minute... an unexpected weakness in the whole body. The eyes themselves are closed, and keep the weight on his left hand he is no longer in force. Palm slowly lowered into the water, colouring it scarlet.
"I come, baby ... We have given an oath that we will always be together ... "
The right hand overhang with the bath, and the knife falls from bleeding fingers, pack perfectly-washed floor.
Consciousness flows, forcing the body immersed in water, filling the lungs with fluid.
Red trickle down to have a lifeless, cold dark skin of his hands and, referring to a wedding ring on the ring finger, the big drops fall on the floor...