Spring passed, she was still crying hysterically, staring out the window. Traces of ivy on which the leaves have been killed have been lost in the wind. She cried because when the last leaf fell he didn't leave either.
"You mustn't blame yourself"
The man slammed down a bowl of porridge that he had been serving for her. He just didn't know what to do.
The other day, he was talking to the doctor, about her condition. But she will not recover if there is no will at all.
"It's obvious, she's lost her will to live."
"What should we do?"
"It brought her back to life."
Talk is like a deja-vu. Either in another life, or a hunch.
Next day she kept talking nonsense. She said that she should leave immediately when spring ended, saying that she wouldn't be able to make it through the spring.
The girl was sitting across from the bed. Still staring out the window. She doesn't sleep. She sat like that all night, not changing her position one bit.
She didn't eat anything today. No food, no drink. Just saying nonsense.
All that shit sounds so good.
For someone who has no incentive to live