She grabs her phone and starts the conversation
She writes to him without greetings or introductions
No human being has ever cared about me
Why did you do this
When you moved my feelings
When you gave me hope for love
When you gave me a glimmer of life
I have never held a man’s hand
Or touched his face
No one has ever put His arm on my shoulder
No one cared about me
I was not seen
I thought I was invisible
Or that I was erased from the eyes of others
I was nothing but a wandering soul whose body had become lost
With you was the first sweet feeling that made my body shudder
You may think that you did not do anything significant
But no, you revived a woman who was nothing but a rock or a tree or anything without feeling
You gave me water to drink after a severe thirst
I am the ugliest woman you will ever meet
a woman who has been raped by life. On a bed of anxiety, obsessions, and mental illness
a woman disfigured by medicine boxes and doctors
I hate doctors
I hate hospitals I hate myself
Please just read
Let me live some moments so that I can remember them one day
Your response will inevitably be fatal
She puts her phone aside Her eyes are full of tears. She closes them and falls into a restless sleep
The following night
and at the same time
at one and forty-seven minutes after midnight
you write to him
Thanks for not answering
I really wanted to tell you that I hate doctors. I don't like anything except the air that enters my lungs. If I could hate it, I would Please don't reply I know what you will say And I know that I am nothing but an animal accompanied by razors, scars, and blood But I have no friend other than them
You saw my condition and looked at my appearance, which only proves that I am sick
I apologize because I cannot control the muscles in my face
This is my laugh and I cannot fake it
Not because I don’t want to or that is my principle
But because I am laughing. I really can't
Just read
without answering
She takes her medicine, sinks her face into the pillow, and surrenders to the chains of sleep
Once again
Here it is, almost two in the morning She picks up her phone
and writes to him again
I don't know if I'm happy or not
and I don't know if I'm comfortable
but I have a burning desire to see you again
but from afar
don't come close to me
just let me see you
Do not respond
Never for the above
And do not write to me until good morning
Just write the address of the place and the time of the meeting
and where you will be silent then.
He received the message He was not surprised at all It was as if he was accustomed to this He took his phone and answered it