1 No heat

France, Summer. I was already walking out of town in my endless and sick thoughts for remembering, walking along the side of the road. To the left is a beautiful field, overgrown, but very cute, all in daisies. In the air above him flew fluff from a single poplar, which stood alone in the middle of all space.

"It's time to take a break," I thought and clicked to a thick tree, but it seems that someone beat me to it. At first it was difficult to see who it was, but the closer I got, the more the outlines of a beautiful girl were visible: brown wavy hair, white an airy dress and a wreath of daisies, woven long ago, it was dried up ..?

I silently sit down next to her and look into deep blue eyes, she looked broken and tear-stained. I don't think I needed to say anything. She lay on my shoulder, sobbing softly and sometimes holding my hand. I heard her heart pounding. in unison with mine, we had 2 whole broken hearts, through the capillaries of which not blood flowed at all, but tears, only mine had dried up long ago and was long dead inside, only the withered body barely moved.

Summer heat forced her to let go of my hand and then she looked at me for the first time, a fleeting glance went over my eyes and again was directed down. She calmed down and I asked to tell me what had knocked her out of the rut so much.

Her voice was still trembling, but she began: "A couple of years ago, my older brother Stefan invited me to join his friends to join their summer trip to several countries. We were pretty close and he did not want to leave me alone , I had no friends, except for the only friend - Francesca, who met with Stefan. I thought that we would have a great time and make it back to the beginning of the school year, then I was moving into graduation class and decided to break away before the last year. it was very great. We visited Mexico, USA, Russia, Italy and a couple of other European countries. In each city we stayed for a few days. It was very fun. We swam a lot in the seas, oceans, spent the night outdoors, hung out .. The company consisted of 10-13 people, I don't remember exactly. In the last country, the USA, on the last day I suggested the guys get an adrenaline rush and bungee jump over the ocean. Then everything was mixed in my head and the only thing about m I thought it - how I don't want to go home. We jumped in turns. I was the first, then Francesca, Nina, Alkhonio and Stefan. He crashed. Stephen, jumping off, slipped from a wet stone, hit his head on some rocky ledge and instantly died. Then the veil. I felt his death, as if a million ra had died, he is the most precious thing that I had not only with me, but also with Francesca, with my mother, with the world. I did not believe and sometimes even I don't believe now, I want to come home and shout: "Hey. Stefan, all of us gathered there for the evening match of your favorite team!" To which he would not have answered and flew out into the street faster than the speed of light. We would have taken a lot of food, but from excitement, he would not have been able to take even a small sip of water ... In general, the next day I flew home on a plane with the corpse of my brother. Some guys stayed in some countries and five of us returned to the final journey home: me, Francesca, Antonio, Gabriel, Ernesto. They were all good companions of Stefan and knew that our mother had a weak heart and she would not survive if she found out about the death of her son We decided to secretly bury him. For the whole plane there was only crying, Francesca's screams and the terribly trembling voice of friends calming us. I was as if in a coma, tears were involuntarily flowing from my eyes, I thought that I had lost everything, that my life ended on this, and it almost happened. Upon arrival, we learned that my mother had died even earlier, no one told us that her heart could not stand it and even an urgent operation did not save. Grandma buried her in our family cemetery, where Stefan soon ended up. "-" I'm so sorry, it's very scary "-" This tree is the only one here, because our initials are engraved here, see? "

Lifting my head to the foliage, I was convinced that there really was something on the trunk: "P + S = famille pour toujours" - "Did Stephen love this place?" - "Yes, we considered this alley our place, our little home, chamomiles always grew here and there was a lot of poplar fluff, which made it even difficult to see something at a distance of five meters ... we were constantly hanging out here, reading poetry , dried daisies, counted the stars in the night sky or smiled at the warm sun, but now it is gone. For me now there is neither day, nor night, nor light, nor even more warmth "

-You didn't come here for nothing ... Something is jamming you too, you can see it in your eyes. Are you very tired, will you tell?

-I'm very tired. I burned out. He destroyed me.