There were houses of concrete everywhere. Just grey on grey. Do they even have anything else in the other part of the world? Why does the world need to look so full of sorrow? It should know how it’s infecting me.
“Have you ever seen a rainbow?” I asked thoughtfully. His light blue eyes infiltrated my mind.
“Yes, I have, but not here in Moscow.” he answered. “After all, we have a rainbow between us!” He started to grin while squeezing my hand. That lifted my heart a couple of inches.
“Fortunately I know a person who can create them, though I haven’t seen one!” I said, and started to laugh. “They’re invisible.”
“Exactly. You’ve got the point!” he said. “But just in case, you need to know that they do also exist in reality, like concrete.”
“Do you think I’m foolish? Of cause they exist, brat!” I rumpled his always-good-looking hair while he begged for mercy. Just another brotherly fight!
We passed the park and stopped on the bridge in the middle, just to get a good view over the river. I love spending time with Andrei. He might be the only person in the world who respects me as who I am. That’s why we’re stuck together.
“I don’t want to go home. Can’t we just move in under the bridge?” I asked sarcastically.
“Yeah, good idea!” he said. “If only that was possible…”
The river swished over the riverbed, and the silence fell like a blanket. I hate to be different. Why do I have to be the remarkable one? Or rather, us? I guess that’s our destiny.
The leaves were starting to change their colour, slowly separating from the branches. To begin a new life, on the ground as compost. Andrei looked aggrieved at a tiny bird, which unsuccessfully tried to catch a hiding bug. Is he dealing with the same problems as I?
A long way out on the horizon, a man with a long-sleeved black coat, was coming towards us. I watched him (probably because I was daydreaming) passing a bench, and then he stopped unforeseeably. As though he was watching something. Then he started to run.
After a few seconds of emptiness, I suddenly woke up. He came closer and closer, and we had eye contact. He was apparently an old man with a grumpy appearance. He radiated grumpiness.
Without batting an eyelid, he stood in front of us with a flushed face, as though ready to kill a bull.
He grabbed my arm and shook it until Andrei let my hand go.
“What the hell are you two think you’re doing?! You must be completely out of your minds!” he shouted. “Don’t you know that it’s totally forbidden to hold hands or show any kind of affection to your own gender?! I can arrest you for it!”
Andrei and I looked confused at each other. How did he find it alright to intervene in our relationship? I was burning.
“Ehm, it’s none of your business…! Why do you have to meddle?!” I shouted. On the one hand, he was right, but that wasn’t the issue. I wanted to fight him.
“Because it’s wrong, it’s disgusting, it’s unforgiveable, it’s retarded, it’s…” he was interrupted by Andrei.
“SHUT UP!” Andrei shouted in the man’s face. He took my hand, and we ran as though we had been whipped.
We were like the wind; blowing faster than an eye could see, invisible and cold on your cheek.