"Alive, you fucking bastard?" Fuck-I-I, how did you scare me ... freak ... I hate you!This is the first thing Louis heard after his failed self-drinking attempt. Tommy… beloved younger brother, blinking word after word, trying to be like him in everything… that’s who found him in a pool of his own blood, almost dead… He felt something was wrong in some place, rushed through half the city… managed.“I nearly died when I saw this!” Why Lou? What for?The blue eyes of the little brother, round from experiences, look at him with such reproach ... He sits on the edge of the bed and holds his tied hand. Louis pictured Tom shaking him, tying his belt over his shoulder, covering his wounds with kitchen towels, dialing the ambulance with his blood-slick fingers, and he felt excruciatingly ashamed.“I… don’t know… I’m sorry, Tommy… I didn’t mean it, really… it just kind of happened… by accident…”His tongue barely moves in his parched mouth.- How are you? Do you want something?"Drinking... I

How retarded he is, Lou realizes only when he starts to dress. Fingers barely obey. Damn medicine, soon it will completely knock him out ... And before that, a concert at the request of Mr. Simmons, who sings in the voice of Sailor Moon, will have to be listened to ... Colored glare is already creeping along the walls. Keith has to help him, button up his jeans, tie his shoelaces. It seemed to him that he almost strangled his beloved in his arms. In fact, it barely moves. It took him a lot of strength to fight - he cursed, spat and writhed like a snake, preventing his sister from injecting him with medicine. Then the nurse just lay down on him.Seeing him naked, Kitty cries again and says that if it weren't for the tattoos, he would just be transparent."Don't cry baby, everything will be fine..."Louis has to lean on her shoulder to steady himself on his feet. There is a noise coming from the corridor, definitely, something is already happening there. Keith opens the door, looks out

Kitty stands with her bright head thrown back, her eyes wide open and her lips parted. Above it, a huge shark soars slowly in the blue abyss. Real monster! The whale looks at the shark. Lou looks at Keith. I still can't believe she's really back with him. Adoration to stale breath and the fear of losing her again ... He happily indulges all her whims. However, she has few of them. She is gentle with him - just milk and honey, not a girl. I don't believe it.Lou moves closer, wraps his arms around her waist, rests his chin on her shoulder. Touches the lips of the neck. She giggles, shrugging her shoulders.- Tickle..."It's ticklish," he corrects automatically. - Like?- It's ticklish. Yeah... Delight... Just look how beautiful she is...- You are beautiful...“Liar,” she smiles, pressing closer to him. Their fingers intertwine. Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators.- Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there

She stands on the bank of the Erwell with her back to him, her arms around her shoulders. Cloudy and gray, the river rolls heavy leaden waves, and the same clouds are dragged across the sky by a sharp, gusty wind. The red strands of her hair, her long bangs flutter as the only bright spot in this colorless landscape.She is wearing a light gray dress. She is cold - the end of October ... why is she dressed like that? He pulls off his jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. The girl turns. She is very calm, almost indifferent. The face is a beautiful mask. She rises on tiptoe, reaches for him… he feels the touch of her lips… His heart beats muffled, heavy, measured, as if a pendulum from an iron core is accelerating in his chest. What will happen when it accelerates? He responds to the kiss, closes his eyes to drown in this wonderful sensation ... Lowering his eyelashes, he sees tiny orange tongues dancing in her pupils, in the very depths.Her teeth bite his lips, the tongue slides i

Downtrodden breath, gasps, groans, screams... Goosebumps and cold streams on the back. When they finally run out of steam, melting snow is everywhere, perhaps even in shorts. Disheveled, flushed, laughing. Louis jumps on one leg, trying to shake the mud out of his ear. The whale is on his knees and gasping for air. Her cheeks are glowing, her lips are bright, as if made up. Roswo is covered with snow dust, like a cake with powdered sugar. He shakes himself off and sneezes funny.Tom lies on his back, arms outstretched, a cold mess melting behind his collar. The heart is pounding. It's disgusting, and great, and cleanly shakes out a hangover. He got it more than the rest - these devils united, knocked him to the ground and with four hands stuffed snow by the scruff of the neck. Kitty holds out her hand to him, smiling.Get up, Tommy. You will get sick.“Bastards,” he says with a laugh. He sits down, holding on to her icy wet fingers. She helps him shake out what has not yet melted. Lou