Alex

Affectionate look. Live. I saved her. Smog. My kiss killed, and my kiss woke me up.

- Happened? Anya asks, trying to stifle a yawn as the ash from my hair rains down on her pretty face.

- It turned out, - the heart breaks from tenderness, but ... The disappointment is too strong when her lips exhale.

- Theo...

His name for her is inhalation and exhalation, the flapping of a moth's wings, the quivering of a chinchilla's whiskers, and stuff like that.

Anya runs away from me to throw herself into the arms of the one she really loves, and all that remains for me is sweet...