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‘We can find out about romanticism of my… soul,’ Kharon looked at her.
‘What are we waiting for then? Come on!’ Vic grabbed his hand and hurried to the Garden Ring Road.
They walked put arms on each other, stepping on the Garden Ring Road, trampled by the times. It was still raining but was ready to leave with no breaking down the lovers. People ran under umbrellas, constantly bumping into each other with their umbrellas. Vic didn’t care! Rain. Snow. People. The world. The planet. Was there any point to see all of those? All lived in its own circle. This circle had been before Victoria was born and it was going to be after she was dead. The only thing she would hardly have was the man. But at that time he was walking near her.
‘Didn’t you want to know the man whom you had lunch with?’ Kharon asked being curious.
‘To ask how you can know is stupid… I think I didn’t because I don’t like him, I don’t feel anything for him and the only man in my mind is you.’
‘I know, dear. But, how to put it right… He’s a human. You have more chances to live like a human with him.’
Vic stopped, came up to Kharon and looked at him with indescribable fear and despair in her eyes.
‘Tell me the truth, Kharon.’ She asked quietly. ‘Will I have a chance to live like a human with anyone after that night on 26th of September? Will I be able to love a human as I love you? Will he be able to give me what you do? Tell me, Kharon. Don’t be silent!’
‘Are you giving up for lost? You’ll be only 23 on 16th of September 2015 and now you’re speaking about your future and abilities to love?’
‘I don’t wanna give up but I’m a realist. You are the most perfect happiness that could ever happen to me for my eternal life. I regret nothing and moreover I’m not gonna be regretful about your appearance in my life.’
‘You know, dear, you have to live with people a bit to answer your question now… Honestly I don’t know what to say, what I have to say…’
‘You don’t need to say what you have to. What’s there?’ Victoria touched his chest. ‘What does it say?’
Kharon said nothing. Tears. There were tears in her eyes. Vic was waiting for an answer like manna from heaven.
‘I…’
‘The truth, please, Kharon. Tell me the truth, what do you feel here?’ the first tear dropped on her cheek and hurried to run away to flow together with the rain.
‘The truth?’ the demon defined. ‘Nothing. I feel nothing here.’
The demon put her hands away. Vic pursed her lips, fighting the coming up tears. She took his hand and kissed his fingers, pressing his warm palm to her cheek.
‘That’s ok… I’ll do everything to fill you with a human life, make you hear your heart trembling when you see the eyes of a human whom you really like. I’ll teach you how to feel, Kharon, I will. Please don’t resist me.’
‘I’ve got you. I don’t mind. Try your best. But don’t let them drop, ok?’
‘You don’t wanna me cry, do you?’ Vic smiled through tears, still pressing his hand. ‘I won’t.’
‘And you’re still doing it?’ he smiled.
‘No. The last ones. Shall we go further? I have something to tell you.’
‘About your meeting?’
‘Yes. There was a woman.’
‘Called you the Devil’s bride?’
‘Did you…’ Vic was about to get surprised but grinned instead of. ‘Exactly. Why did she say it, Kharon?’
‘You again listen to everyone and think that’s it all about you, don’t you? When we were going out from the metro some girl called you…just a second, I’m trying to remember. It was something like a bitch. Why didn’t you notice it? So maybe you shouldn’t notice what ghosts say?’
‘Do you want to say that the insult was about nothing?’ the girl exhaled.
Kharon stopped near the sad girl and with words “come to me”, pulled her into the nearest archway. He pressed the girl understanding nothing in the corner and put his hands on her head.
‘I’m sorry, Victoria, but I understand nothing what you’re speaking about… I need to know… Now!’ The demon pressed her head stronger with his hands with difficulty getting into her mind.
‘No, no. Kharon, that won’t work…’
‘It’s all useless… I want to get your honesty, Victoria, and how I’m supposed to get it without being in your mind?’
She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth because of the man’s pressuring, threw back her head and soundlessly squeaked. At that time the demon was covering the twisted corridors and halls of consciousness and subconsciousness looking for the answers.
‘Here they are,’ he whispered, stronger pressing the girl’s head. ‘You can stand it a little more… I’ll get them out.’
A minute had passed before Kharon let go of the exhausted girl. He relaxed his hands, gently kissed her lips and stepped back, having turned away from Vic.
‘I’m not a murder, dear.’ He said with his back on her.
‘What are you talking about?’
‘I’m not a murder but you make me be.’ Kharon turned to her. ‘I’m really sorry that it’s me who has to do it as no one will.’
‘What are you talking about, Kharon? You’re scaring me…’
‘Tell me, Victoria, what on earth prompted you to think so?’ He folded his arms. ‘What was your logic?’
Vic frowned and had a blank nervous look, looking at the man.
‘Now you don’t understand what I’m speaking about, do you?’ the man came up to her again, grabbing gently for her shoulders. ‘You make me kill your hope.’
‘My hope?’ Victoria had a lump in her throat as she started getting what a hope murder Kharon was speaking about. ‘No, Kharon, don’t. Don’t shoot from the hip…’
‘I saw it in your thoughts. Is that old woman who gave it to you? Why did you believe her so ridiculously?’
Someone coughed and steps were heard. Kharon let the girl and stepped back. It was the first time in his life he felt so strange. He looked at a stranger, at his leaving shadow and didn’t understand his feeling that had appeared with the stranger together. That was the first step of shame.