Lila.™

Winter. Snow dances down on your hair. Lila sits next to you on a wooden bench, smoking a cigarette and chatting about her worthless life. You smoked your e-cigarette, while Lila rested her head on your shoulder. Lila found solace only in you. How she sits in your house, in the warmth and comfort of playing a console, laughing, joking. Old ladies pass by, scolding you for smoking. But you and Lila didn’t pay attention, looking at the night sky. The gentle light of the lantern illuminated you and the snow. You and Lila will probably again walk until the morning so that the cops will find you and scold you for it. But it was pleasure. The pleasure of being free with her. Parents kick you out of the house for disobedience. And school?! How boring and tedious it is, you said to Lila, who was smiling and laughing. It was like the most important a dream, in dreams, that came true.