Two weeks, it's been two weeks since our last meeting! Then why don't you still leave me? Why can't I forget you?

I woke up before the alarm again, this is a mockery. If earlier I dreamed of our first meeting, the gun that his man kindly pointed at me, now every night I dream that I fall into his arms. The raven is like a splinter that cannot be removed in any way.

For the past few shifts, I've been finding myself searching for his face in the crowd. I want to see him, I want to feel his touch at least for a moment, I can’t do anything...