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The outburst of emotions was replaced by apathy. I did not want to live, flutter in this agony. Better to just close your eyes and die. Horror, but at that moment I dreamed of dying and thought about death as a deliverance. I did just that – closed my eyes and fell asleep. Sometimes I was pulled out of an anxious slumber by someone’s footsteps, voices, or cars passing by with people in a hurry to go home. A car was parked beside me – a soulless, cold car – which made me wince involuntarily in my metal trap. And then the silence came again, which frightened and made me more acutely feel the loneliness and emptiness around me. It’s like I’m in a vacuum, and the whole world is behind a wall.

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In the morning I was awakened by people, men and women, starting their cars and driving away. And I was looking forward to Margot. Now she is my beacon in this life. When the elevator doors once again opened and I saw her in leather trousers and a tight-fitting jacket, black today, I would burst into tears of relief if I could. That’s for sure! The girl walked with a respectable man arm in arm. Suddenly, a black Mercedes pulled up and shielded the pair from me. But I heard them.