The golden hair slid across the cat's face, and the green eyes were bottomless.
Those familiar hands stroked the cat's head, and the young man's eyes darkened, making the cat unable to understand.
The cat whimpered lowly, trying to keep him away. But the young man made up his mind and left without looking back.
For some reason, the cat always had a premonition that he might never see the young man again.
The cat watched the young man leave, staring at him, as if it wanted to imprint his appearance in its heart and never erase it.
The cat nimbly got into the old little box next to the trash can, licked its fur, and stared blankly at the sky.