Gilbert

When Elizaveta (once called Eli) had thrown herself at my face , I sincerely thought a pedo had gotten her drunk. Mind you, Elizaveta has never appeared so fucked up in her life. How can it appear to be more twisted? She's in a nurse costume and she was clinging to a note so pale albino (flushed as a matter of fact).

All of this just because of a damn Halloween party.

Eventually the drunk 'devil nurse' (dubbed by a lot of the neighbours) was escorted outside Feli's house by the oh-so-prince-charming Roddy.

Outside the house (where Roddy laid her body after having a hard time dragging her out there), Liz started the conversation in her drunken manner. The two of us were left together as Roddy had to get some water to somehow get her to be sober.

"Gil..bert" I lay beside her , facing her back as I whisper my response to her ear. I miss these moments of silence when I'm with her, the urge to break it and her ever so present face. Tonight it was calm, solemn and quite but the opposite occurred inside her.

Yeah Liz?

"Gil..bert...you dumbass!"

...You shouldn't cry, it's not safe to cry on a Halloween night

Sobs narrowed the sound of the wind in simple breezes. Short, gentle yet very heartbreaking. Geez Liz! Stop crying already! Listen...

"Elizaveta" Roddy interrupts handing her a glass of water before retreating back to the house "I need to clear some misunderstandings, please try to stay put until then" Elizaveta, now sitting up straight drank the water in a surprisingly calm manner. "Why...?"

It wasn't my choice

",was a decent goodbye too much to ask!"

Her face, now full of red shades, retreated back to her knees as if a sudden realization had hit her when she had come to a conclusion: Indeed, it took her some time before she realized that she was talking to nothing.

Nothing but the breeze

And the soft sighing air

Comforting a broken bird

In a devil nurse wear

Christmas the year before

Natalya

I hated this time of year, despite my Christianity. Not simply because my looks were mostly mistaken by the 'mommy kissing Santa Claus' but because of the fact that I was bitterly dragged around Oxford Street by aspiring designers looking for a model. Over the years, this occupation was taken up by both Bella and Elizaveta.

I went through cocktails, cosplays, bikinis and more recently, evening gowns found in locations where one should not be seen. What can I say? The pair can make quite a good deal with the right—benefits.

Dear Lord, what have I done to receive this kind of punishment?