Hello friends! I continue to write a story of 10 possible lives of one person. Before reading, I propose to get acquainted with the beginning:
Natalie began to dream. She had a rich imagination by nature, but here the soil was more than fertile. The first disco, the first adult guy "from the army" ... The schoolgirl kept waiting and waiting for her prince, it was possible without a white horse, just to come. And he still did not go and did not go.
Natasha decided to resort to a well-known method to find out the future - fortune-telling. Of course, the cards immediately said that she would not see her former lover as her ears. However, she was not satisfied with this course of events, and she took the cards again and again. Naturally, you don't even need to know the theory of probability, at some point the cards replied that the road would still come. And more than once.
Divination has become a daily ritual for the girl. Despite the fact that the cards each time said "yes" and then "no", Natalie did not stop and continued to do the layouts. More precisely, she not only did them, but also firmly believed that the answer "yes" is correct. Why isn't Sasha going then?
At some point, the girl got tired of waiting and she wrote a letter. Did she think? Unlikely. Rather, it was an emotional decision. The letter said a lot. That she fell in love, that the whole meaning of life for her is him, Sasha. A drawing with a road was attached to the quivering letter. The girl did not know how to draw very well, but here she could not resist - she put her whole soul into the message. To her surprise, "dear-dear" still came and not alone, but with a friend.
It was Saturday morning. The doorbell rang, my mother went to open it. Surprised, she came back and said that guests had come to Natalie.
- No no no! Tell me I'm not at home!
- How do I say?
- Well, what did you answer them?
- That now I will find out whether you are at home or not.
- So tell me that I am not at home!
Mom, sighing heavily, went out into the street again. It was winter, the sidewalks were cleared to the house. Natalie looked out of the window, she was very much interested in how Sasha looked "live", in her head the image was completely erased and lost any outlines.
Mom came back, closing the door, but then the call was again.
- Natalie, what can I tell them?
- Say that there is no home and that's it!
- You see, they call and call! Go out and talk to them yourself!
- No, mom! I will not go, I will not go for anything!
The parent again went to see off the long-awaited and at the same time uninvited guests. This time, apparently, my mother was more convincing - the guests left.
Natalie didn’t know how to feel: she was so waiting for HIS arrival, and after waiting, she just got cold feet. She was not ready, did not wait, wanted and did not want at the same time - too many feelings were spinning at the same time, it was unrealistic to understand them, but HE ... He was leaving. What would happen next, Natalie could not even imagine.
To be continued...
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