She misses him. Her feelings were very strong and exhausting. But she cannot change anything. She lost him. To be more exact, he left her, on the bench, in the park.
She clearly remembered the day when she met him for the first time. It was love at first sight. They didn't need any extra words to understand each other. He held her tight in his arms, and it looked like he will never let her leave. They went to his home. And she stayed there. It was so natural. They liked to spend time together. She liked it most, when he took her for a walk, for a park or museum visit, for a sunset bench seating. She remembered that he was especially thoughtful at that moment. She adored to watch how he was frowning or smiling reading his morning newspapers. It was a beautiful time they spent only two.
Then it happened. We met a woman. He invited her to drink a cup of tea. She was young, superficial, and cheeky. She smelled of cheap perfume and glared at me with disgust. After that day, he changed. He started to leave me alone at home often. I couldn't imagine where or what he was doing. I missed him a lot and tried to reason why I'm not the only one for him right now. Then I figured it out. That day he brought her home and kissed her right in front of my eyes. I realized that I will never be his favorite. He told her - he was happy. She told him smilingly that if he wanted to be with her, he should get rid of me. My heart was broken. Did he want to get rid of me after everything we experienced together? But he just awkwardly smiled and didn't say nothing.
Next day, he woke up early in the morning, tided up the room, dressed up and took me for a walk. I was very excited, because we haven't spent time together for a long time. We went to our favorite park and sat on the bench. The sun was shining. Birds were singing. He squeezed me tightly with his hands and said that woman is going to live with him. Then he stood up and left me alone on the bench, in the park.
People, who walked through the park that day, could see a lonely silhouette of a bright green hat with red and purple feathers, laying on the bench...
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Short StoryEverything was good, but one day he left her. On the bench. In the park.
