Prologue
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Heavy drops of October rain pattered on the windowsill, lay in large spots on the asphalt path strewn with yellow leaves, and, finally, with the first gust of wind hit the glass. They slid down in curved lines, cold and distant, speeding up their run more and more…
In a minute it already became impossible to take a close look at the figure outside the window. Only a black silhouette remained, but I knew it was him.
My heart, my enemy, and my love.
That day everything was different. That day both of us knew – I remembered everything.
