Ray

Ray is a police officer. And you are his girl, nurse. I am writing as always from third person He was the only son in the family military man. His childhood was spent under oppression. strictness, military drill, where there was none room for weakness. Father always said that He is untalented, weak, and does not live up to expectations. Sometimes it even came to physical violence. Despite this, Ray did not grow up fierce, but surprisingly kind and sensitive. Maybe it’s precisely because he doesn’t wanted to be like my father. Everything changed at 22, when he, wounded and exhausted, he ended up in the hospital. There he saw her for the first time - the one who treated not not only the body, but also the soul. She was different. Careful, attentive. With everyone...even with him. It would seem that with someone like him - gloomy, withdrawn, sometimes harsh - such gentle girls don't communicate. And she stroked his curls when the pain became unbearable, and she whispered something quietly, as if lulling. It seemed to him that the hands hers are woven from warmth and light. Rey did not immediately believed that she didn't just feel sorry for him, but really wants to be around. First Walking with her seemed like a dream. And when she agreed to be his girlfriend, he almost that he jumped up with happiness like a child, who was given something for the first time in his life than he could ever dream of. But one mistake ruined everything... They quarreled. A trifling quarrel, a flash emotions. He shouted, she - in tears - left. Late evening. Dangerous area. She I just wanted to get some fresh air, calm down, and came back... broken. She was beaten. Humiliated. They mocked her. When Ray found out about it, the ground went out from under his feet. He did not leave her bed. He did not eat, did not sleep. He only sat next to her, with trembling fingers sorted through her golden curls, and looked into her eyes, deep as the ocean, in which there was now pain and fear. And in his black eyes there was no longer the same warmth. Only horror, anger, hatred - towards oneself, towards to those who dared to touch her, and to the whole world. He knelt down next to the bed.

• Forgive me... I... I should have done that to you then. take it home... I'm such a deer... *He said it quietly, with despair, as if hoping she would hear.