"When you and I were young, Sev."
I wrapped my grandma's old scarf tightly and huddled in the attic, waiting for you, the new tenant.
"When you and I were young, Sev."
We went to the land of the dead. The Black Sea collided with the rocks, and the angry waves swallowed up the bones. I stood in the darkness. We are not the same.
You said to me, "Look, he's dead, your old flame."
"When you and I were young, Sev."
I hadn't thought about death yet when the candle slipped from my hand and someone screamed.
When I closed my eyes, you and I lay in the dilapidated broom room.
The fire outside went out.
It burned inside.
Note
The image of the heroine is based on Nastenka
Intention: When you and I were young
