Sun rose, He woke up from a nightmare in the empty, hot, and smelly room. The windows were closed for a week, the round table was full of open books: Divine comedy, Murphy; Faust, Odysseus, Psychiatry and Clinical Psychology, The Art of Choosing, Man's Search for Meaning; travel maps with thousands of red crosses that he traveled; paper, people’s diagnosis, food, ashtray full of cigars..
he repeatedly was asking himself only one question: “Why she did not wait for me, I could heal her mind, I could forgive her, as I did for many people in those places.. “ His blue robe was clean and on the same place as she had used to put. His Cat was sitting right next to him on the chair. There was some noise coming down from the roof but he was still in his dream and could not even concentrate or have a power to stood up and check. He looked at his cat’s dark greenish eyes, when he got old? He got sick and went to a bathroom, His wife’s body was lying on the cold tile floor. he looked at the mirror for the last time,
Who am I? Every morning when I look at the mirror I see myself, tall, skinny, sad eyes on a pale face, it shows my our outer appearance but nothing beyond that, I am invisible, like footsteps on the water.And more important what People see in me, what she saw in me? The same face, nothing special, at the end of the each day, when it is dark there is no even a blink of my face in the mirror.- I am invisible. And I ask myself again, if I don’t see me, do I even exist?
He willingly ended his life.
Hour later His patient came, he saw the two of them were holding hands like footsteps on the water,
Their bodies reached its Beauty perfection which Is in contrary is unachievable in life, even if its pursuit is both noble and honest temptations of mind and soul.
They sacrificed their lives for each other in fear of living for each other.
The sun went down.