Howondaland

She left the bedroom and heaved a deep sigh. Stubborn little boy. How does he not understand that he is too weak?

In the small kitchen sat a young girl and sloshing, drank coffee.

— Object! — the woman could not stand it. — Do not squish! If the coffee is too hot, wait.

— Hey, do not be angry, Reth. I heard voices, he finally woke up? And when will it go?

— What are you saying? — exclaimed the elf. — What’s stopping you? You did not even go to him since you found him.

— I do not like him, — Object frowned. — And I know for sure that he’s a bad person. And yet …

She paused.

— It should not be here. It should not be at all!

Object shrugged her shoulders.

Reth hugged her.

— Is this related to your past, huh? But how do you even understand this… Tell me?

The girl nodded. After her story, Reth rubbed her head and firmly declared:

— He will stay until he comes to, although he has nowhere to go… You do not need to talk to him, just do not pay attention. And what is he to blame for? Only in the fact that he managed to be born?

— Oh no. You decided to act as the savior of all mankind?

— It seems only a small part, —  the woman smiled faintly.

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She had a cool palm with unexpectedly strong fingers. The Elf looked at him in bewilderment, but did not say anything.

— It’s my fault! Please give my jeans and I’ll leave here.

*I have nowhere to go, but it does not matter. I can not stand next to this incomprehensible woman. I do not want to restrain her, and her eyes are too bright and I feel strange when I look at them.*

— You again? — the woman frowned slightly. — You must recover to the end, you stupid boy.

*She curses at me as if we’ve known each other for many years, or, worse, I’m a child. But I’m already an adult, dammit!*

She stroked his head and smiled affectionately at the young man:

— All is well.

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The woman suddenly rubbed her forehead on his shoulder and mumbled something in an unfamiliar, singing language. And the young man realized that this language was heard when
nightmares sucked him, and a quiet, tranquil melody cast heavy dreams.

But still… He should not be next to her. Where are his jeans, damn it? If they were on it, he would now get out of here and this awkward situation would not last.

The woman stretched and opened her eyes. For a couple of seconds, she focused on his swarthy shoulder in
shallow freckles, and then jumped, closing her mouth with hands.

— I do not … I’m sorry! You again had nightmares, I was near, tried to calm you, and then somehow I fell asleep …

He
noticed the bruises under his blue eyes and realized that all these
three days he was sitting next to him, it is not surprising that she fell
asleep. And grabbed her hand.

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The young man opened his eyes. Why did these memories come up now? That man tried to beat him a year ago and it was not the first and not the last episode with a fight in the life of a young man.

He slightly turned his head and froze, forgetting how to breathe. Beside him, a woman, pressed her forehead against his shoulder, was asleep. The young man feverishly began to recall what had happened before he
fell asleep, but did not remember anything that could cause them to be
in the same bed.

Did she… use it while he was sleeping? Is this even possible?

The young man lifted his head slightly and looked at the elf — dressed. It did not mean anything, but it all calmed him down a little. But what happened after all?

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He was tormented again by nightmares. They beat him again, but they were old memories.

— Tell me how you do it, rat! Fucking sharper!

A deaf and hard blow to the stomach and the young man is already lying on the floor, swallowing the air with difficulty. Around a lot of people, but no one is in a hurry to help him. Only a couple of bouncers pull him from him kicking on his ribs a man.

And then get up and go straight back, so that no one does not understand how it hurts.

And
already at home, on the old couch, can clasp arms and moan
moaning into the pillow, pulling  knees to the hollowed stomach. And quietly complain of pain to himself, the only listener.

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