Stories about girls who died for love. Life stories

Artem was in love with Tatyana, but she no longer reciprocated his feelings. Iskhakov himself “confessed” on his page on the social network after the irreparable thing happened. Artem killed Strakhova... “She returned home, I was sitting in the kitchen, she started going to her room and I hit her in the face with my fist, she fell to the floor,” Artem wrote without a hint of embarrassment. “I hit her a few more times, she started bleeding from her mouth and she started asking me to leave.” I didn't leave. I started to choke her. She still kept saying something that sounded like "go away." At one point she clearly lost consciousness, but her heart continued to beat.”

Iskhakov realized that people were “surprisingly tenacious,” because he was not able to strangle her quickly. Artem stuffed the girl’s tights into her mouth so as not to see the blood and hear “the strange sounds that her body continued to make.” And Artem also tied Tatiana’s throat with one of the ropes that he bought to try erotic techniques with her... “I’m not trying to justify myself in any way. What I did was terrible,” the guy admitted. - But I did what I wanted and considered necessary, because I can. It is very easy to kill a person, but to realize it is not. But now it will be possible to check whether there is life after death. I really want to go to bed and understand what will happen to me after all these events.”

Another shocking detail became known from his text: Artem not only beat, strangled and tied up the victim, he stabbed Tatyana and violated her body after her death! But it seems that Iskhakov also did not want to live without the object of his love. After the murder, he held on for a couple of hours, and then committed suicide.

In his farewell letter, Artem talked about something else. He asked Tatiana's parents for forgiveness for taking their only child away from them. He also turned to his own parents. “I am a complete disappointment to you. I was a drug addict, constantly lied to you and didn’t love you, practically hated you, even though you only did good things to me. But that’s life and that’s the kind of person I am. You raised me to be a good person, but somewhere in my life I took a wrong turn. Please don't blame yourself."

Iskhakov had a psychologist and a doctor who prescribed him antidepressants. But recently, it seems, the student could not contact a specialist... Based on Iskhakov’s older posts on social networks, it became clear that he was very worried that his girlfriend did not reciprocate his love and showed interest in his friend. Artem wrote that against the backdrop of unrequited love and drug use, “his world began to collapse.” Finally, he dedicated a quatrain to Tatiana, in which he made a confession - he loved her with all his heart...

The police did not arrive at the fatal apartment immediately, but only after that, when one of the friends saw Artem’s post on a social network and decided to go on reconnaissance. No one opened the door - the police did.

The heartbreaking tragedy received wide media coverage. Journalists are still trying to find out all the circumstances of what happened and understand how these two unfortunate people lived. For example, the Meduza portal found that Iskhakov used to be a good student and was seriously interested in programming, but in the last year he began to drink frequently and use soft drugs. He hasn't been to the university at all lately. A friend of the student said that Iskhakov began to have mental problems, he began going to psychotherapists and taking medications. At the same time, many of Artem’s classmates called him good and kind - a person who “knew well how other people felt” and was seriously interested in music.

Tatyana Strakhova was indeed Iskhakov’s ex-girlfriend, and when they decided to rent an apartment together, they were no longer a couple. A friend of Artem shared that the young man continued to love Tatyana very much, but went on dates with girls he met on the app. However, this did not save Artem from his love for Tatyana - they constantly quarreled, and then a terrible thing happened - the guy found Strakhova and his friend kissing! There was a quarrel, the girl offered to leave. But this did not happen...

When journalists found Tatiana’s blog, which she kept on the Internet, the puzzle began to come together even faster. As it turned out, life for Strakhova was not at all easy - she constantly complained about life, said how hard it was for her, and that she had already forgotten that it could be different. “It’s funny when I realized that everything was completely bad. I come home, throw a grocery bag on the floor, a bottle of beer into pieces, but I don’t care.”

Life seemed unbearable to the young girl - she compared it to playing horror stories, where people around want to make things worse, and joy does not exist at all. Like, out of habit, she pretends to be happy about something, but at the same time she doesn’t feel anything at all... Well, except maybe wild fatigue from simulating emotions. “I remember that I love ice cream, so I smile when I eat it. I remember that since childhood, when I first read Notre-Dame de Paris, I dreamed of visiting Paris. How did I feel the first time I stood on the Eiffel Tower? I felt like I should smile. Nothing else".

Tatyana did not know when she would feel even a little better enough to get out of bed, leave the house and be in the company of someone for several hours. She loved to go where there was no need to talk. Strakhovaya liked to drink alcohol, because only then did she become a good conversationalist and no longer dreamed so much of being at home. “The feeling of guilt for this all just kills, it seems that it’s easier not to communicate with anyone at all and pretend to be dead so that people don’t get bored, don’t write, and I don’t dynamite them day after day,” Tatyana shared her emotions. She did not hide the fact that she drinks every day, because otherwise she cannot relax.

However, sometimes the girl still tried to get out of depression - she studied, studied the Czech language, went to drawing and drawing, and planned to enroll in Prague. However, it was difficult for Tatyana to overcome herself. “I would really like to go to exhibitions and cinema again. I would like to hang out in clubs and meet people, and not sit on a bench in a smoking room with booze. I'd like to hang out without alcohol. I feel like I’m carrying a block of stone around on me day after day, and even when I lie down, I put it on top of me. My admission and move to another country will take more and more energy, I will never be happy with someone I love...”

I want to tell the sad story of my love. My story includes all sorts of details, so if you are too lazy to read, then it’s better not to read... I just want to speak out, not to my friend, to anyone.. but here, now.. just write about it. So...

Once upon a time, almost 4 years ago, I met a guy... We fell in love with each other very much. We just had crazy love. We couldn’t live without each other even a day, he loved me like no one else had loved. I loved him in a way that no one else loved him. We breathed this love, we lived it. We were happy.. we were very happy! There were no halves.. We were one whole! Soon we began to live together. We were always close... I liked to cook for him and even he liked to cook for me.

I never thought that it could happen like this... that it could all be so alive, so real. He was the closest, dearest, only, beloved. Eh... it would take a long time to describe everything I felt, everything he felt, everything we felt together. But you know how it happens... we were together 24 hours a day, 7 days a week... every day and we missed each other, despite such closeness we were constantly missed. Over time, you begin to realize that something bright is missing in your life.

You know, when this period of euphoria passes and you are already so accustomed to a person that it seems to you that he will not go anywhere, here he is next to you... this is how it should be, but how could it be otherwise... he has been with you for almost 4 years years, you have become attached to him, very much, too much... and he simply cannot help but be there. And he... he feels the same, he thinks the same. And then you start to hate him... hate him for all sorts of stupid reasons.

Because he sits at the computer, because he watches TV, because he doesn’t give you flowers, because he doesn’t want to go for a walk... and I’m generally afraid to remember money issues. And he... he hated me too. You can’t imagine the most terrible thing is this love that turned into hatred! And now, being alone in this apartment in which we lived for 4 years, only now I understand what nonsense this is, it’s just ridiculous, what have we done, what have we turned us into and where is this happiness?

We broke up a little over 2 months ago. This happened when all this had already become unbearable. When we didn’t see each other all day, we started quarreling right away. Just because of some little things that weren’t worth anything in this life. In the last month of our relationship, it was clear to both of us that this would all end soon. When we sat in the evenings in different corners, each doing his own thing, on his own wavelength, but we had the same atmosphere.

The atmosphere of negativity that filled us, that was already flowing through our veins. I then signed up for dancing in order to somehow distract myself, to diversify my life, and in general I had wanted to for a long time and thought that it was just the right time. And somehow I became very involved in them, that I no longer really cared what was happening between us, that our relationship was dying.

I had a new environment, all our mutual friends became of little interest to me. I was all about dancing. I'm just a fan. And this happens to everyone... you realize that there is no point in anyone anymore when you don’t even try to fix something, when you see that he doesn’t do anything about it either. That he doesn’t care, that he doesn’t give a damn either.

Previously, we somehow tried to fix everything. And then we were simply blown away, and probably both he and I had simply lost our strength... we no longer had the strength or desire to change anything. This moment came... the last straw, his last cry and it was as if I had been hit in the head... so sharply.

I told him we needed to talk. It was my initiative.. I said that I didn’t want anything else, that I wanted to break up... he said that he had been thinking about it for a week. A long conversation, tears, lump, sediment... and nothing more, the next day he moved out. It was hard... yes it was hard. And of course you understand. We broke up, but we still had common problems that we needed to solve. We continued to quarrel, all because of these some kind of problems that are now worth nothing.

Then we started communicating, I just don’t know how, you can’t call them friends, or acquaintances either. He just came sometimes, drank tea, talked about everything. About work, about dancing, about everything but not about us. We were just talking. I found a new job, I had new friends, dancing, I only came home to spend the night. Everything was fine with me and so was he. I no longer suffered and did not want to return to him. He too resigned himself. That's how 2 months passed.

And then a situation happens that killed me, killed me and everything that was left alive in me. His brother calls me and offers to meet and discuss something. I didn’t have any second thoughts, because I communicated normally with his brother and didn’t even notice that he had recently started writing to me on VKontakte very often.

We meet and he starts... - You see, I treat you very well, I don’t like everything that’s happening, I’m afraid that everything will go too far and that’s why I want to tell you everything.. He found someone else. He found her 10 days after you broke up.

“I know it’s unpleasant for you to hear all this now, but I decided that you should know everything.” And he likes her madly, her photo is on his desk, he takes such good care of her... they see each other all the time. And as soon as he told me the first two words—he said something else—it was as if a bomb had exploded in my chest. I cannot adequately describe how painful it was for me. This is very painful. It's cruel. And I broke... I was killed, I was destroyed. I cried in bed for two nights without getting up.

I was killed at work for two days. How bad it was. How this lump pressed me. He just destroyed it. I realized that I still love him, that I cannot live, breathe without this person, that I need him... that he is my everything. And at the same time, I hated him now because he forgot me so quickly and found a replacement. How hard it is to write about this...

And a few days later a friend calls me, she is our mutual friend... and after talking with her. It was as if I had descended to earth. A stone lifted from my soul, although I didn’t fully believe this whole story. She told me that she had a heart-to-heart talk with him. And that this brother of his came up with everything... there is none of this. That he values me and what happened between us. That he really loved me, that he was happy with me and now remembers only good things. Well.. it's always like that..

And he and his brother had a very strong quarrel and I don’t know for what purpose, maybe to annoy him, he decided to come up with such a story. I don’t know where the truth really is... but I don’t think a guy could fall in love with someone else like that in a week and forget everything that happened between us.

He loved me very much... and was ready to do anything for me. He once saved my life... but I won’t talk about that. I don’t know... really... yes, I felt better after talking with my friend, a little bit easier... but from that moment, after his brother’s call, everything in my life went downhill. It was as if he had destroyed my peace of mind, or... I don’t know what to call it... but I really felt good. I even got used to it without him... it was easy for me. And he broke everything.

And every day after that just killed me. I lost my job, I lost people who were close to me... Everyone around me was cruel to me, everyone accused me of something... every day it just finished me off. And you know... the biggest loss happened very recently, I lost him for the second time, I lost him forever! He will never come back to me...

It was raining, I was heading to the dance... broken, completely killed, destroyed, crushed... I was going to the dance. I didn’t want anything, not to dance, not to see the people I wanted to see all the time... but I knew that now I simply had to go there, through force, through myself... I simply had to go, not think about anything, about anyone , just dance.. dance and nothing more. And I was able... I suppressed everything, all the weakness, I was able... I danced, yes... but for the first time it was so disgusting to me, I wanted to kill everyone who was there, I was sick of everyone, I wanted to run away from there! How so... after all, I can’t live without this anymore... dancing is my everything, but I was disgusted by everything.

And in the locker room I simply couldn’t stand this pressure in my chest, I broke down completely.. I called him, why.. how could I.. I called him and offered to see him... I really needed to talk to him! After all, he is the person to whom I could tell everything, absolutely... I really needed to talk to him.

I wasn't going to return him... I just wanted to talk. It continued to rain... no, it was a terrible downpour... I sat at the bus stop and waited for it. I was waiting for him... and he arrived, he sat down next to me, lit a cigarette and was silent, and I didn’t say anything... and we just sat and were silent for several minutes. I tried to say something, but it was as if I had filled my mouth with water... I didn’t know where to start.

Then he said - will we remain silent? And I immediately felt cruelty... cruelty in his voice, in words, cruelty inside him... cruelty and composure. He continued to say something, and in every word there was dryness and indifference. He said that it was easier for him to live this way, that it was necessary, and that he advised me to do the same. Some kind of horror.

Then I spoke.. I talked and cried for a long time about what was happening in my life.. I could no longer hold on... I was as if defeated, I cried all the time, it was raining and it was getting dark, I didn’t take off my sunglasses... it was already dark and I didn’t take them off... there was terrible pain under them. But he remained cruel and said that there was no need for tears.

And I just started to choke, my head hurt... my whole face was swollen, I probably looked very pitiful... but I didn’t care. And at some point he could no longer hold on and hugged me. He hugged me so tightly, pressed me to himself - what are you doing... everything will be fine, stop it. He hugged me and stroked my hair, and then there was some kind of clouding of my mind. I didn’t want to say it... it wasn’t me anymore. It was simply impossible to stop me!

- “I love you, we can fix everything, we did something stupid... I need you, I need you, I know... you feel bad too, come back to me, we can fix everything, we wanted a wedding, a family, children... You told me I was there for life! Let’s just forgive each other for everything now... and start over with a new leaf, change, do everything to save us!”

When he started talking, I didn’t believe a single word of his - “I’m sorry, yes... I felt bad, I was depressed, I didn’t know how to live... but I suppressed all my feelings, I don’t love you anymore, there’s nothing to save, I do not love you!" I didn’t want to believe it.. I didn’t believe in it.. I didn’t believe that in 2 months you could forget 4 years of relationship! But he continued to say: “I treat you well, I appreciate you as a person, I loved you and was happy with you! And I am grateful to you for this time!”

I couldn’t calm down, he hugged me and said these words... words that destroyed me from the inside, that killed me inside me. Which devoured me and left nothing in me! It doesn’t happen like that... it doesn’t happen like that... he loved me, he loved me very much, he was ready to do anything for me... And now he says: “I don’t feel anything now, I don’t feel anything, I’m sorry, but I’m sincere with you.”

And then there was nothing left in me... I got up and walked... I don’t know where, why, but he followed me and said something else. I remember that he said that he really offended me, and that I probably wouldn’t communicate with him anymore. I remember that he would like to be my friend or not communicate at all, but not be enemies...

And the rain continued to fall, and I didn’t see anything, I walked through the mud through the puddles, and he followed me... I stopped somewhere, he asked me to go home, let him take me, and I just stood there and slowly died... It was death, the real one... I was no longer there. Then I turned around and told him for the last time how much I needed him... and he said “sorry” and left.

He left... just left, leaving me alone in this state, at night, in the rain on the street... alone. How could he? Once he was afraid to let me go two meters into the store at night, he was very afraid for me... and now he left me there and left... without leaving anything behind. I don’t know how long I stood there.. what I felt was death... really... death... I was killed, I’m no longer alive.

For a week I couldn’t move away, I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep, I gave up on everything... then I was fired from work... I don’t have the strength to dance... I’m not just exhausted from energy, I’m no longer alive. I have no idea how I can come to terms with this and move on. I do not want anything…

I couldn’t understand how he could leave me there alone... after he once saved my life. I couldn't believe it. And I got it into my head... that this cannot be forgiven, that I hate him for this, although in reality... everything is not like that. And yesterday I found out that he followed me all the way to the entrance until he was sure that I had gone home. A friend told me about this, he asked me not to talk about it, but you know.. this is a friend.. and I felt even worse, I was even more drawn to him.. but nothing more will happen.. I died..

fasting is death...

Death. . .

Today I saw “death”... It was real... the most cruel and cold-blooded. The death of something real, something living.. it was a murder... Someone was killed.. maybe it was me.. I don’t know... probably now I’m gone. It's probably not me now. It happens... it happens suddenly, when you don’t expect a blow at all, when you stand firmly on your feet and feel confident, confident in yourself and your abilities! And then just bang... And you no longer feel anything... only sharp pain, muffled by a state of shock and the smell of death.

And then there is loss of consciousness, clouding of mind... and you try to reconstruct fragments, words, faces... But there is fog in your head, you need to remember something important, but there is fog everywhere... and then it happens that all this gimmick in your head is no longer makes no sense..

Everything has already been decided for you! We decided that you need to forget everything... in that very place, at that very moment, just forget and come to terms with some truth that you don’t even remember. Remain the way you were left in that very place... at that very moment! And there.. just standing there.. you understand that everything has passed, that everything has really passed.. that now no one cares about your safety. And you continue to stand there and kill all the weakness, all the fears, all the pain and all the grievances...

You kill all the feelings in yourself, this whole fucking anomaly... You kill yourself in yourself.. This is probably how we become cruel. But what then, excuse me, is the price of these feelings, which are suppressed by the desire to be cold-blooded?

It was very difficult to tell... it was as if I was going through everything all over again...

And so, one day one girl went with her friends to a party in a cafe. Her friends conspired and made fun of her. They ordered a lot of drinks for her and the girl went to the toilet, so to speak. This is it! They put the cockroaches on the plate as they wanted, but one friend said it wasn't enough. And he offered to lock her in the toilet for 10 minutes. Her friends barely agreed and knew that this would not end well. So we decided to make a “lighter” joke. They won't lock her in the toilet, they'll just change the signs. The fact is that on one booth it was written “For repairs.” The girls I knew knew that a repairman would come in and the girl would collide with him. But they were mistaken, the sink was broken. The repairman entered not into a booth, but into a room through which the water in the cafe could, so to speak, “circulate” throughout the entire eatery. The repairman began to work. But then the boiling water pipe broke - it burst! This was reflected in the sink. Hot water poured out of it. The room was already starting to flood. “Friends” heard screams and thought that a repairman had just walked in on the girl. They started laughing. But when they arrived five minutes later, they saw that the door was open, and the girl was lying face down in the sink, all steamed. The following week, friends went to her funeral. There were a lot of people. Before this, a day ago they had dinner in this very cafe... One of the girl’s friends found her bag. There was nothing there. Just a note in blood: “Tell the truth or die.” A friend told me what she read. But her friends just laughed in her face. Well, about the funeral. They attended her funeral and didn't say a word about whether they were guilty. The next day, the staff saw all the girl’s “friends” crucified. And a message in blood: “Thank you for being silent.”

It was a quiet, warm summer night. Two people were walking along the side of the road, holding hands. The light of lanterns, the quiet roar of rare cars passing by, a light summer breeze... They were together, they loved...

Suddenly, an instant collision of two cars... An explosion... The girl felt wild pain and lost consciousness, the guy barely dodged the debris, he suffered less.
Hospital... These lifeless and indifferently cruel hospital walls... Ward. Bed. It shows a girl with fractures and blood loss. There was a guy sitting next to her, he didn’t leave her side for a minute. Once again a nurse entered the room. She called the guy over and they went out.

She will live, right? (tears flowed from his tired, swollen and sleep-deprived eyes)
- We are doing everything possible, but you understand everything yourself...
- Please, I beg you, don’t let her die, I have no one but her.
- I will do my best, I will try very hard...

The guy wiped his tears and returned to the room with the nurse. The girl felt that something was wrong... Although she herself understood that it was almost impossible to cure her, she still asked:
- Tell me, I’ll survive, won’t you help me get out? Is it true?
- Of course, honey, we will do our best (the nurse said and lowered her eyes)
When the guy and the girl were alone, she said to him:
- Promise me that no matter what happens, you will definitely be happy! I want it!
- What are you saying? You are my happiness! I can't live without you!
- Promise me! You understand everything yourself! I want to know! I want to make sure that you will be happy! Even if without me! Promise me this, for my sake! (she screamed and tears fell from her eyes)
- ...Okay, I’ll try, but I can’t promise you that (he also cried)
Night has come. The girl fell asleep, and the guy dozed off by her bed... The girl had a dream in which her mother came to her from heaven and told her:
- My girl, tomorrow evening I will come for you. We will fly to another world, where there is no evil, pain, or betrayal. You will be calm there. - Mother?! How?! Already?! But... but I don’t want to leave... I... I love him... I can’t live without him.
- I came to warn you, be prepared. Spend your last day with him... I have to go. (she turned and flew away, with large feathery white wings spreading behind her)

In the morning, as usual, the nurse came, the test results did not bring any good news. The girl and the guy stayed together. She told him that today she would die... He didn’t believe it, shouted at her, said that everything would be fine, but she told him:
- Please, let's spend the last day together. I want to be with you.
He was silent. His heart was beating wildly, it was breaking, his soul was torn into pieces, tears flowed like a river, he did not know what to do. - Let's just be together, remember all the good things, remember our happiness. I want to meet our last sunset with you, I want to kiss you. Let's stay together.
- Okay, my love. But I can’t live without you, you are my life. I'll die without you...
- Don't say that, you should be happy, you promised me. Let's just be together. Let's not cry, I know it's very difficult, but let's spend the last day in happiness...
- Of course... beloved... the only one...
The whole day they were together, without opening each other’s hands, remembering all their joys... He couldn’t even for a second imagine himself without her... But... The sun was already setting. Their last sunset. Both had tears in their eyes...
- I don't want to lose you, my love.
- I understand, but this is probably necessary, this is how it should be.
- I will feel very bad without you. Very. I will never forget you.
- Darling, I will always be by your side. I will always help you. My love for you is eternal! Remember this!
They were both crying. They looked into each other's eyes and could not do anything, because they understood that they were together in this world for the last minutes...
- Darling, I’m not afraid to die, because I know what love is! I lived for you! I've never lied to you.
- Darling, I'm scared.
- Don't be afraid. I will be near...

Suddenly her pulse stopped. She flew out of her body. She saw how he tightly pressed her body to him, how he screamed, called for help, begged her not to leave him. The nurses came running. They tried to do something, but it was too late.
Suddenly, she felt that someone took her hand. It was her mother.
- Mom, mommy, I don’t want to leave him, please, just one more minute, I want to go to him. Please mom!!!
- My girl, it’s time for us... We must fly...
The girl looked at herself. She glowed, wings appeared behind her back. She looked at her lover for the last time, flapped her wings and flew away with her mother. She found herself above the clouds...

Continuation

Her soul flew away like a snow-white angel to heaven. And he... For how long he could not move away from her body. I couldn’t let go of her hand, I couldn’t help but look at that frozen soft smile. Those frozen green eyes. She seemed to him still alive. He thought that in just another moment she would take a breath again and smile again. He couldn't imagine what he should do now. I just couldn’t comprehend that she was no longer there. He felt a dull pain in his heart and felt his soul being torn apart. There was not a single thought in his head, only her, only her eyes, her hands, her lips.

When he returned to his home, he could not understand that he would now have to live alone. He could smell her. It seemed to him that he heard her voice, that she was calling him. He walked into their common room, on its shelf there were photographs of her, stuffed animals, her jewelry. Everything was so familiar, so familiar. He sat down on the sofa and noticed that her blouse was hanging on the chair. He took her in his hands, pressed her to him, and again a wave of tears covered him. For a very long time he could not sleep, he sat, clutching her thing to him, sat as if under a spell, not seeing anything around. Only her image froze before his eyes. Only she. The only one... From tears and worries, his eyes became gray and foggy. Somewhat lifeless.
After a long time, a telephone call brought him to his senses.
- Hello...
- We can bury you tomorrow. (It was a call from the hospital)
- How to bury? Already? No! Please, can I see her again, can I say goodbye to her one last time?
- Here at the cemetery you’ll say goodbye! (Answered by a rough male voice) Be a man, pull yourself together!

It’s a warm summer day again, the sun is shining in a special way. But the birds are silent... There is not a single sound. Nothing breaks the silence. He stands next to the coffin in which lies the one for whom he lived, the one he dreamed of. Ta. My favorite. He didn't understand what was happening.
Suddenly, he felt that someone's gaze was fixed on his back. Turned around. But I didn't see anything. Then I felt that gaze again. He turned around again. And again nothing.

And this is the moment when he sees her last second. He grabbed her hand, screamed, said that he wanted to die too! It was as if he had lost his mind. I didn’t understand anything at all.
Suddenly he felt someone put a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, he didn’t see anything, he only realized that she was now standing next to him, he just didn’t see her. He held her hand. Angela. I felt her warmth. So dear, so familiar. He even felt calmer. She still kept her promise to be by his side. Always.

On the way home, she walked next to him. She saw him, and he felt her. He was calm. Many days passed, she flew to him every day. She was with him when he woke up, when he fell asleep. She was there when it was difficult for him, when he felt bad.

Just finishing...

Quiet winter evening... Outside the window, white sparkling snow falls to the ground. Snowflakes sparkle in the light of the lanterns. He looks out the window. The lights are on in the neighboring houses. He remembers... He remembers her, her voice (he still remembers this voice, so affectionate and dear), her eyes, you could look into them endlessly. He remembers his love. How he loved her and still loves her. He so wants to hug her again, wants to hold hands again, look into her eyes again. But…
He left a trace of his breath on the cold glass and wrote her name.

How bad I feel without you... I miss you so much. I would give anything just to hold you again. If only I could see you again. I’m so lonely, so sad without you... I want to come to you. Take me to your place, will you? Or... Or come back.

Suddenly, another breath mark appeared on the street side of the glass. Someone wrote his name. It was her. She heard him calling her.
Tears appeared in his eyes. He couldn't do this anymore. He began to cry. I cried like a child, powerless to change anything. It was not in his power.

Drops appeared on the other side of the glass and immediately froze... These were her tears. It was the purest love in the world. The one that is written about in fairy tales, the one that everyone dreams of, but cannot turn it into reality, the love that cannot be described in words. You can only feel it. It was the love of an angel for a man.

Patterns began to appear on the glass that appear in severe frost, but the design was unusual, it depicted her. She was still just as beautiful. All the same bottomless eyes. Still the same look. The same lips and hands that he so wanted to touch, but he only felt cold glass.

Why is the world so cruel? Why must unearthly love endure such pain? How they wanted to just touch each other again.

God saw their love and suffering. He just wanted them to be happy. Although she was supposed to be an angel, still, when desires and intentions are pure, God fulfills them. In this case, He did just that. He gave new life to this girl. The guy and his lover were together again. And it happened like this:

One fine morning, the guy and the girl just woke up together again. They didn't remember anything, they just felt that something inexplicable had happened. Some kind of miracle. Only their frozen names remained on the glass, which they themselves wrote there. Since then, these two have lived to this day. Among us... They will become angels when another such fabulous, mutual and pure love appears on earth.

The fact is that on one booth it was written “For repairs.” The girls I knew knew that a repairman would come in and the girl would collide with him. But they were mistaken, the sink was broken. The repairman entered not into a booth, but into a room through which the water in the cafe could, so to speak, “circulate” throughout the entire eatery. The repairman began to work. But then the boiling water pipe broke - it burst! This was reflected in the sink. Hot water poured out of it. The room was already starting to flood.

“Friends” heard screams and thought that a repairman had simply walked in on the girl. They started laughing. But when they arrived five minutes later, they saw that the door was open, and the girl was lying face down in the sink, all steamed. The following week, friends went to her funeral. There were a lot of people. Before this, a day ago they had dinner in this very cafe... One of the girl’s friends found her bag. There was nothing there. Just a note in blood: “Tell the truth or die.” A friend told me what she read. But her friends just laughed in her face. Well, about the funeral. They attended her funeral and didn't say a word about whether they were guilty. The next day, the staff saw all the girl’s “friends” crucified. And a message in blood: “Thank you for being silent.”

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