Chocolate against bitter life

She sat down, her hands on her legs. And she asked herself hundred things. At the end she said herself there was nothing bad to call him. To see him.

He was nice. He date her for an appointment there, in that pub that she said, and for what he said Good idea.

It was evening. She take up her sport-shoes and run away.

He sat there. Near that table. He was alone.Alone because he was waiting...he was waiting for her.

She was there. They are close.She couldn't see him. She couldn't. 'Cause his light was too stark for her. And she was afraid that he could feel how much she was agitate.

But she had...called him...

They went for a walk. It was really hot, and full of mosquitos. She couldn't find something interesting to say him. What could she say? He was relaxed, instead. Until he kissed her.

She didn't speak more. He too. And he didn't see her more too. He was watching his shoes.

Why don't u speak more?-she asked, but with a feeling of someone that already knows something.

I have something to say you-said he, while he finally take his eyes from hie shoes away, and looked her.

No,she said- don't tell me more. I've just understood. I won't to be the second. I want to be the first...

He wanted to take her home, but she didn't. And she looked his sorry> face...sorry for something that he had stolen. Something that was not for her.

She went away alone. Mosquitos felt down from the trees, and two gees near the river shake their wings, full of water.