He was walking along one of the big city streets. A guy born and raised in province, he came here a year ago to study in college. His mates have already shown him all best night clubs and other entertainments of the city, but he has never been at this street in the suburbs where sidewalks were crowded by women of ill repute.
Most of them were ready to go with him right now at any price because men appeared on this street relatively seldom. But he wasn't searching for anyone; he only wanted to walk there. His eyes were sliding at curvy bodies of these hookers wearing miniskirts and bright makeup. Suddenly he came across with something different.
It was a young woman not similar to anyone else. She was so beautiful that he could hardly remain conscious. She was wearing a long red dress with open shoulders, white high heel shoes and holding a white purse in her hand. And there was a natural red rose pinned to her hair. She looked like a visitor of a fashionable event.
He couldn't get what she was doing there. Just as he couldn't get she was walking towards him with a smile on her face. He made a step ahead looking directly at her. She came very close to him without saying anything. Words were unnecessary. She took his hand, and everything was clear between them. They went together in the streets of the big city.
He could only remember them entering some apartment and her getting off her dress; what happened then seemed to be a marvelous and very sweet dream in which there were only two of them. But dreams have their ends. This one ended, too. She fell asleep.
And he noticed… Scars? Scars! Scars on her left hand. She was trying to commit a suicide? Perhaps. And she definitely had certain reasons for that.
He's got that feeling inside of him: compassion and a huge wish to help her, to get her out of this swamp. But he remembered what he was; he had no money and no authority. Moreover, if someone from college finds out about such affairs he will be expelled. He wasn't able to do something for her.
She woke up, stretched her hand and gently touched his face. Then she got up and put her cloth on. He remembered again he had no money in his pockets. He lowered his head and cautiously looked at her.
She came to him and put up his head with her hand making him look at her. She closed her eyes and quickly opened again as a sign that she understood and was fine with that. Did she read his thoughts? Or saw everything written in his eyes? It doesn't matter. She has already disappeared behind the door. But he will always remember her. Forever.
August 7 2015