I know that Gabrielle is standing next to me right now. He, most likely, came from work, but, despite our quarrel, he still worries and did not pass by. It’s sad that we don’t communicate with my only real friend, because I don’t share his views.

- Are you okay? Something happened? – he continued to stand, - Fell? Hit? Can you help me get up? Come on, - I opened my eyes and looked at the outstretched hand.

“Gaby.” As he helped me up, he noticed the tears and grabbed my cheeks.

- What? What are you?

- Amelie...

- What? Which Amelie? - he pulled away, but among...