- Hey, are you all right, turn over… you’re not well? She towered above his clumsy body, forgetting about the mug. - No one cares… –he suddenly sighed, pressing his fiery cheek against the coldness of the wall. - They don’t give a damn… She carefully put his mug on the floor and lowered herself next to him. He felt her damp dress slightly moisten his undershirt. - Don’t speak this way. Your manager highly appreciates you, - she said and sighed, bending over his ear. – Clients adore you! You’re the best worker of the company! Everybody loves you… She sensed the way his body strained for a moment, but then it went limp again. - Who loves me? - They… He began crying softly, his pliable back shuddering in almost unseen manner. Couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him, she thought that it was her fault. - I’m sorry… I guess I said something I shouldn’t! – She began to reprove herself for not being sensitive enough. – Don’t cry… - her heart twitched. But she got moans instead of an answer. She tried to soothe him with endearment, her heart beating wildly from anxiety. She clasped her arm around his waist and drew herself nearer. - How about tea? Drink it, you’ll feel better! He began to stir, and turned over his back; glimpsed at her, but immediately transferred his gaze to the ceiling.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 03:24:15 +0000
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