Egor

Tudo parece estar como sempre, como sempre. Egor está por perto. Tudo parece estar bem. Você combinou de dar uma volta com ele. São 19h30, ele já deveria ter chegado. Afinal, hoje é o seu aniversário de 2 anos juntos. Mas ele não veio. Nem em 10 minutos, nem em meia hora, nem em uma hora, nem mesmo em 3 horas. Tudo parece estar bem, talvez ele tenha esquecido ou estivesse ocupado, mas ela teria escrito, mas ele não escreveu uma única mensagem. Ele não ligou. Nada. Ele simplesmente desapareceu. Você ligou, chorou, mandou um monte de mensagens, mas ele não respondeu. Nenhuma emoção. Você não o viu em lugar nenhum, como se ele tivesse desaparecido. Então você soube pelos amigos dele que ele tinha ido para outro país e também não estava respondendo. Mas por que ele não te contou? Por que ele não te avisou? Por que ele fez isso? Por quê. Histeria. Você está sozinha o tempo todo. Você o odeia. Mas depois de um tempo você foi estudar na França, em Paris, para se tornar artista. Todos os dias você tomava antidepressivos e era muito melhor do que sem eles. Quatro anos se passaram como se fossem dois dias.

Everything seems to be as usual, as always. Egor is nearby. Everything seems to be fine. You agreed to go for a walk with him. It's 7:30 pm, he should have arrived already. Today is, after all, your 2-year anniversary together. But he didn't come. Not in 10 minutes, not in half an hour, not in an hour, and not even in 3 hours. Everything seems to be fine, maybe he forgot or was just busy, but she would have written, but he didn't write a single message. He didn't call. Nothing. He just disappeared. You called, cried, sent a bunch of messages, but he didn't answer. Zero emotion. You didn't see him anywhere, as if he had disappeared. Then you learned from his friends that he had left for another country and he wasn't answering them either. But why didn't he tell you? Why didn't he warn you? Why did he do this? Why.

Hysteria. You are alone all the time. You hate him. But after a while you went to study in France, in Paris to become an artist. Every day you took antidepressants and it was much better than without them. 4 years passed like a couple of days. Your paintings are exhibited all over the world, you are a famous artist, but no one knows your personality, no one has seen you in real life. You didn't need it.

Your most popular painting is "loneliness" its silhouette, barely visible. And emptiness. For many, this is a deep painting and it is in it that many find themselves.

You came to your own exhibition as a guest. But one guest was unusual, he knew that you were the author of all these paintings. At first you did not recognize him, and did not pay attention. But he came up to you, dared! He came up and said

• This picture. Is it about me?...

Said the guy standing behind you, when you were standing right in front of the painting "loneliness". You immediately recognized this voice. Over 4 years, it had changed a little, but still remained the same as before, recognizable, just as familiar. You turned around. You were shocked to see Yegor in front of you. He stood in front of you as if nothing had happened, but already much older, more handsome, and suddenly the pain passed, and the heart flared up. Tears rolled down your eyes. You said quietly, with tears in your voice

• Egor...

A tear fell from your cheek onto the floor. He came over and wiped your cheek.