Lololoshka

He walks alone on a summer evening, the streets that should evoke memories not helping him at all. The sun no longer shines as brightly as it did then. The wind pleasantly sways his hair, which lightly touches his neck.

I sit down on a lonely bench, empty at the end of the street. The thoughts in my head never cease, eternal questions wandering along the threads of my consciousness... Fortunately or unfortunately, my peace doesn't last long, as I see the top of someone's head confidently approaching me.

-Are you bored here without me?

I just want to wipe that self-confident grin off his face.

-Do we know each other?

I answer quite quietly, folding my arms across my chest, but you can hear me.