First night without him. Too big bed. Cold sheets. The emptiness that sags under my breath.

Did I fall asleep? Don't know. Forgotten, probably. I got up. Wandered around the house, looked to Mark and Nastya. They slept unusually quietly and calmly today.

"Don't wait for me" - not cold, but sharp. And I can't find my place. Here everything is alien, incomprehensible, uncomfortable for me. Without him.

Do not need anything. No apartment, no amenities. I would trade everything for one thing - for Edgar to arrive in the middle of the night. Tired, tortured, but very native. My.

If this is a punishment, then I am ready to...