There are pills that make you dial numbers on your phone and call emergency Angels. Not the ones who are nearby but seem far away, but the ones who come quickly and urgently.
I had these pills, and they helped me reach my loved one's voice again. Despite the fact that the conversation was being recorded from above, she even cursed into the phone.
The Angel arrived with a delay, as expected. Russia, roads, fools, traffic lights, and reasons unknown even to him… he didn't take off his wings, didn't put on a mask, and walked into my room with dirty shoes on. There were many challenges, but he didn't have time for them.
-Where are we going this time? – he asked.
-In 2008! – I clapped my hands in joy.
-You understand, crazy, that you can't live like this anymore! You don't live this life! You live years that will never be again, do you hear? Never!
-Then you should have killed me back then, you all-powerful one! That was life, but now it's just a waiting game for your new life, which the wise men in their books just make up. And since I can't reach you normally, I have to resort to forbidden methods.
And there… in 2008… Maxim's concert. I'm in love, and she's sitting on my shoulders because she can't see a damn thing behind the crowd of fans. I don't give a damn about Maxim – I came here for her. Like a true guard, I won't leave my post and will stand with her for about forty minutes: me and her, sitting on my shoulders. For this loyalty and devotion, I will earn our first kiss. And then… she'll take me home to tell me all the important things that you can't write about in a girl's diary. She'll show me her favorite movie posters and give me a bracelet she made just for me. We'll get tired of watching a long movie and want to sleep at the same time.
We'll lie down on her bed. It'll be exciting, but not in a creepy way. I won't touch her tonight. I'll fall asleep on her small but loyal chest. Not under the influence of pills, like I am now, but with the comforting feeling that we are alive, that we love, and that love is the most powerful elixir against the madness that surrounds us. There is us. And everything else. It will seem wild and hostile to me. I'm going to hold my little girl even tighter.
And she's a little girl, fragile, naive, and she'll give me faith in tomorrow. And even though she's wearing ridiculous emo makeup, and even though she's wearing acid-colored leggings, and even though my friends won't understand me, and even though she can't pass any metal detectors because of all the metal on her face, she's more alive than anyone else, she's purer than anyone else, and she believes in love like a god, and she'll fight for it.
I finished my speech. The angel remained silent. Then I decided to summarize
-Love, you say… and then you broke up, like all stupid teenagers. And anyway, she didn't love you. I knew better.
-So be it. And I want to go back to where I believe in what I believe without you. Where I touch my life with my hands. Where I see not a fence, but everything beyond it. Where subtle means GENTLE! This is my fairy tale. This is my 2008. And you don't get involved. Let's go to the concert before we're late! – I patted Angel on the shoulder, – Let's fly, I think you'll like a couple of Maxim tracks. They're about love, not money.
"Let's go, asshole!" Do you even understand what else I have to report about you? And what will I report up? That you're incurable?!- The angel scolded while I climbed into his ambulance.
– Write whatever you want! Let's fly, darling! Let's fly!
