"September 19, 2018"
Sorél had broken off a piece of his clothing and walked around the house holding that piece of cloth against his damaged throat.
She entered the apartment and began to leave the long stairs. When she arrived at the door of her apartment, she took out the key with difficulty and opened the door.
She walked in and took off her coat, quickly ran to her room and took out the dressing set. He pressed the cotton dipped in Batikona to his cut throat and quickly finished dressing his wound.
Sorél walked into his living room and settled into the armchair, headed towards the two-way turn and picked up Dostoyevsky's "Idoit".
Just as he was starting to read, there was a knock on his door, eyes widening because usually his door never knocked this amount.
Slightly uneasy, Sorél walked towards the door and opened it while trembling.
In front of him was Avery. Sorél's heart began to beat rapidly.
Avery was seen at the door, a miracle for Sorél!
Sorél said with his voice a little shaky due to excitement:
-"H-Hey Avery! Welcome, what brought you here?" she said.
Conditions for the Avery plant.
Avery quickly bowed and said:
-" First of all, I'm sorry for any inconveniences you've had during this period, but I hope you haven't had any problems, Sorél." she said.
Sorél was already grinning with excitement.
Shaking her head, she said it was okay and invited Avery in.
Avery protested a little, and after two seconds of silence, he finally said;
-"Do I need to take off my shoes?" she said.
Sorél quickly heard this;
-"W-Well yes.." she said.
After securing himself, Avery took off his black Converses.
Then he took off his beige trench coat.
He was wearing light blue wide-leg trousers and a white shirt, completing the look with a few accessories.
Avery, simple but excellent report by Sorél. With features offered by both technology and style.
In addition, Sorél had orange-red hair and green eyes that were almost brown in color. He was tall and neither overweight nor skinny.
Avery walked in quietly, but was sulking a bit. When Avery enters, Sorél closes the door and directs Avery to his lounge.
There was a dark brown velvet sofa for two in the living room, the black walls were decorated with oil paintings that he had painted himself. There was a black and glass coffee table in front of the chair, and on the table were two roses and a carnation.
Avery took small steps towards the deep hall. The look seems to have grown from the simplicity of the hall, the eyes sparkle.
And he saw something by the big window...
That thing was a telescope!
Avery had a great interest in the sky and the stars since she was little, and felt that she belonged in a strange way, to the Stars.
Sorél noticed Avery looking into the telescope.
He put his hand on her shoulder and said;
- "I guess you like my telescope, huh?" He said and appeared.
Avery blushes a little and shakes her head.
Then Sorél spoke and said;
-"Do you know? Sometimes I feel like I belong to the stars, the night is my self, the moon is my heart, the stars are my eyes..." he said and sighed with a slightly shaky breath.
Avery was a little surprised, because she felt the same way.
Sorél watched Avery smile and felt his heart melt.
"Oh my God, this beauty is being wasted in this world."
she was saying.
When Sorél looked at Avery's face, he seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and in a trance.
Avery, however, was worried that Sorél was freezing and poked him in the shoulder.
Sorél reflexively retreated when Avery nudged him and shifted his gaze to other points with a deep blush.
Avery giggled and looked a little surprised. But this smile wasn't very cheerful, in fact there was pain in Avery's eyes..
Sorél must have found this different because he put both hands on his shoulders and said in an understanding tone:
-"There's a problem, isn't there? Come, sit on the couch and tell me your problem, Avery." He said, then guided her to the couch and they both sat down. Avery sat cross-legged while Sorél crossed her legs and placed both hands on each of her thighs.
Sorél gave permission for Avery to tell him his problem, and Avery said in a slightly desperate tone of voice:
-"The issue is between me and my father... we fought again and the consequences were a bit heavy..." He started by saying.
Sorél was a little worried at first, but he listened to her patiently.
Avery continued and said;
-"I couldn't bring home as much money as my father wanted, my father got very angry and..."
Avery missed but spoke again;
-"And then he kicked me out of the house. Now I have no place to stay, the only friend I trust is you, and do you know of a place like a motel somewhere?
I'm stuck on the ground with my suitcase, and it feels humiliating to me.." he said and sighed sadly.
Sorél was saddened in this process because he could be seen, with the tone of a dream;
-"Unfortunately, there is no such place here that I know of..." he said.
Avery was truly lost in despair and hopelessness. He took an anxious breath, then his voice shook;-"I'd better go. I'm sorry for the inconvenience I caused you." He said and stood up.
Immediately afterwards, he walked quickly towards the door. As Avery put on his beige trench coat and black Converses and walked away from the door, Sorél ran behind him in his pajamas and grabbed his wrist, preventing him from leaving. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and he was a little out of breath.
Two words could come out of Sorél's mouth.
They were;
"Stay with me."
Avery froze. He felt the warmth on his wrist and felt warm when he heard the words coming out of his mouth. But he stood there without moving, as if his senses were turned off.
Avery hugged Sorél tightly.
He was grateful to him. A tear fell from Avery's eye and;
-"I'm grateful to you, Sorél..." The words came out of his mouth.
Sorél's hands were shaking.
He was shaking violently, so to speak.
Sorél hugged Avery tightly back.
Sorél's gaze gave confidence to his heart.
Sorél spoke;
-"Avery, stay at my apartment for as long as you need. Okay?" Said.
Avery nodded with a shy smile.
Sorél smiled and wet his dry lips with his tongue.
Then they walked together towards Sorél's apartment, Sorél opened the door and they went in again together.
Avery took off his trench coat again and his shoes too.
They went inside and Avery sat on the couch. But Sorél went into his small kitchen to make blue butterfly pea tea.
Avery sat on the couch and played with her fingers silently.
About ten minutes later, Sorél came back.
With glass cups of blue tea and two plain cookies in hand.
Avery's eyes lit up.
He was seeing blue tea for the first time in his life!
With great enthusiasm, he reached out to the tray and took his own cup.
Then, as if on show, Sorél squeezed lemon into his blue tea and the color of the tea turned purple.
Avery was staring at the tea like a nightingale eating a berry.
Sorél couldn't help but laugh when he saw Avery's surprise.
After all, Avery was his peace of mind.
Avery enthusiastically squeezed lemon into his own tea and drank it with pleasure.
And they both made nice small talk.
Sorél was absently looking at Avery's face and listening to him.
Avery was talking constantly.
But suddenly there was a gunshot and the bullet was fired into Sorél's window.