The last timeOne last time
I was with her. Today. She ran up and down and got together a few things. In her small flat chaos ruled. Everywhere something piled up.
„Why have you come? You know that I would not like to see you anymore.“, she said and went to the bedroom. I did not want to follow her. In addition I was not able just.
I did not give an answer her. Instead, I stared by the window which was on the other side.
This was a question which can be never answered. It was pointlessly to be put a question generally with "why". More smartly one would not become from it.
„Go away.“, she said.
„Go!“, now she shouted and came around the corner shot.
Their darkly brown hair was very nice, shining and smooth. Their blue eyes shone in the sunlight. Shewas the beauty in person.
Slowly I shook my head and made no arrangements to move.
„Please, … please go, does not do it to me.“
Now she ran on me to and clutched in me. Their sweetish perfume rose