East Berlin's June Boat Song

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Andy's helpless screams tore my eardrums painfully, and I forced myself into a coma again.

He didn't know what was persecuting him, but he was so terrified.

But soon it will be my turn.

I was forced to wake up—I don’t know what the method was, anyway, when I woke up, I saw the faces of Julian and Sasha in front of me. They sat and stood very close to each other.

I covered my head in horror and backed away screaming.In an instant, I realized again, how could I still see them?This is nothing but an illusion.

I dared to glance at them again, and saw that these two people looked extremely worried.Then it must be an illusion, why do they care about me so much?

I'm nothing more than trash that's been used and thrown away.

So I smiled at them and said angrily, "I said I would never see each other again, why did it show up again?"

Julian's expression was tense, Sasha's eyes trembled, and he let out a painful sob. He held his forehead and turned around quickly, and fled.I followed him, only to realize that I was no longer at Andy's house, but in the bedroom on the third floor of the white mansion...

Damn, has the hallucination reached this level?

I stepped back angrily and closed my eyes tightly.

Go back, go back to Andy's place!Don't see them again, go back!

"Rhein, don't sleep."

"This is not a hallucination, you are already awake."

My heart trembled violently, what is this man talking about?Isn't this a hallucination?

Suddenly, the hand I was holding tightly to the quilt was held, and a hint of warmth came. This tenderness forced me to recognize that this is really a cruel reality.

I opened my eyes in despair and looked at the light green bed net.

Suddenly, I remembered Andy screaming, he was so scared, oh shit!I jumped up from the bed and started yelling, "I'm going to see Andy! What did you do to Andy? Oh! You devils! What did you do to Andy?! Why torture him!"

I ran out desperately, Julian had to hug me from behind, I kicked wildly, trying to break free from his arms.But my strength has never been able to match him, and I was locked tightly by him. In the chaos, I lowered my head and bit his arm fiercely like a madman. The blood gushed out instantly, and it was actually sweet.

Ha ha!Devil's blood is sweet.So I worked hard again, and deeply embedded my teeth into this flesh and blood, with surging hatred and anger.

His body trembled slightly, but he still hugged me tightly.

I was relieved by the severe coughing, and I turned around and begged him: "Please! Let me see him!"

"As long as there is still a little pity for me, if you have ever had a little affection for me..."

He is as immobile as a mountain, with blue eyes as a lake, and his deep emotions sink to the bottom of the lake.

"Line, it was Andy who sent you here." He said suddenly, and I was shocked, and then I heard him continue to say, "We are not the ones tormenting him."

He turned me over and locked my hands hard.

"It's you, Rhine, it's you who tortured Andy."

"You lied...how could I..."

Julian grabbed my wrist and brought it to me.I was horrified to see that my wrists were covered with gauze, and the whiteness was soaked with blood.

"You cut your wrist with the iron from the stove."

"Line, you have attempted suicide many times."

"Andy can't do anything to you, he can't control you, you are torturing him with your own death."

Julian's voice was cold, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, but his eyes were full of pain, as if he had sincere pity.

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "This is just a lie, it's just a means you use to deceive me again."

Julian smiled in disbelief, with a look of grief: "Okay, okay."

"You come."

He dragged me into the bathroom and forced me to look at myself in the mirror.

"Look at the wound on your head, you hit the wall yourself, look at the scratch on your neck, you actually want to cut your own artery!"

His voice was trembling, and his chest heaved violently. I glanced lightly at my pale self in the mirror, and then asked him with a smile: "Why are you so angry? Does this have anything to do with you?"

He suddenly widened his eyes, took a step back, and put on some excuses: "I, I'm not angry."

He stepped forward and hugged me in his arms again, as if he wanted to clamp me tightly into his ribs. His voice trembled, and he whispered: "My heart hurts, I don't want to see you like this, Rhine...don't That's it..."

Strange, he said he was feeling sorry for me.

There is no funnier joke than this.

I pushed him to show that I had regained my composure.After he released me in surprise, I walked slowly into the piano room.

How could I commit suicide?

is this real?No, I don't believe it, it's just another lie.One after another, endlessly.

Alas, is playing me so fun?

I raised my hands, the sun outside the window fell on the bloodless skin, and suddenly some memories rushed into my mind-torn off a piece of iron, picked up a knife... oh...Andy cried and hugged me, and fought with me ...

Really, the world sucks.

Julian was still behind me, a couch away, and I looked over my shoulder at the unlocked door and realized maybe it was a good time.Regardless, I ran away.After rushing out the door, I went downstairs quickly, and heard Julian's voice calling for Sasha from behind.

run!leave here!

Get out of this horrible place!I ran out of the mansion and across the fountain, only to be stopped by Sasha as I approached the gate.He threw me to the ground, stopped my punching and kicking, and pressed me tightly under his body.

"I'm sorry, Rhine... I'm sorry..."

The frame of his glasses was stuck behind my ear, and a wave of warmth fell on my neck.

Sasha, are you crying?

I fell silent in surprise, and stared at him puzzled. His moist and bright eyes showed that he was indeed crying.

Do people like them cry?

"Oh, Sasha." I actually laughed: "It's not like you."

"Rhein, please, don't torture yourself anymore, everything will be fine, okay?" Sasha lay on top, begging me: "I will be by your side and accompany you to get better, time will slow you down. Slowly forget, you can start over..."

I laughed out loud in disbelief. "What are you talking about, Sasha? Aren't you the ones tormenting me?"

I reached out and stroked his beautiful cheek with tears.

"Seeing you, how can I forget?"

"Oh, Sasha, I don't feel pain anymore, I just want to leave, please let me go?"

"no!"

Before Sasha could speak, he heard Julian's decisive voice.He stepped forward and pulled me out from under Sasha, the wound opening and I was hissing in pain, and he dragged me to the backyard like a dog.

"Yulia!" Sasha's voice trembled, and Julian stopped instantly.

"He still has injuries."

"Oh, I see."

The movements of Julian's hands were obviously softened, and I was amused by their behavior.So being held in his arms by him, I let out a joyful and sad laugh.

"You guys are so nice!"

I looked up to the sky and laughed, clapped my hands and clapped my hands, wildly exulting: "You are so kind! You are a natural couple!"

"You're crazy." Julian said angrily, "I'll give you a tranquilizer until you fully recover."

"Oh! Get better! Get better and continue to be deceived and used by you!" I laughed and shouted: "Julian, you devil! I hate you, I hate you to death!"

I started swearing at him, but he didn't seem to hear me at all.He kicked open the door of the utility room, dragged and dragged me to the underground prison, opened the door and threw me in.

"From now on, you will receive the best treatment here, and when necessary, Sasha will personally treat you until you are fully recovered."

I got up from the ground, knelt on the ground and raised my head to look up at him, muttering: "Are you alright?"

"Julian, what you said is, where is it better?"

I grabbed the clothes on my chest, hammered my chest, and smiled with tears in my eyes: "Is it here?"

"Then I'm afraid, no one will be able to come."

"Sasha can't, and you can't."

"Because it's you..."

I whimpered and curled up in pain.Julian stood quietly at the door, silent as always.

I don't know how long he stood here, or how long I lay on the ground.Later he held me in his arms regardless of my struggle, but I have never felt so cold.

I regret it, really.

Kneeling on the ground, I began to pray, and prayed earnestly.

I shouldn't have forgotten my original beliefs, been deluded by the devil, and ended up in this state.

How many mistakes do people have to do before they can truly wake up?How many times does a person have to experience loss before he realizes that the so-called possession is nothing but illusion?

oh!Father God!Please forgive me!

I cried all night and spent the first night in prayer.I don't know how long it took, but I woke up from the cold ground and suddenly saw Sasha standing in front of me.

He took off his windbreaker, wrapped me up, and carried me to the bed.

"You are very sick." He put his arms around me: "You still have a fever."

I was already unable to respond to him, and he began to talk to himself: "There is nothing we can do, if you don't kill him, with your relationship, you will be wiped out, there is no reason to let you go."

"He must have realized this himself, otherwise he wouldn't have died so easily at your hands. Your subordinates have told us that, to a certain extent, he did it voluntarily."

Sasha raised my chin, stroked my dry lips, tears filled her eyes, and with a slap, a drop fell on my lips.

Oh Sasha, why are you crying?Are you pitying me?

I don't want your pity...Sasha...

He raised the corners of his mouth, smiled sadly, and then kissed me, squeezing his tears into my lips, accompanied by the soft tip of his tongue, inch by inch, round by round, getting more and more intense, until finally he actually He reached into my clothes and stroked my chest.

It's the first time he kissed me with such desire...I really don't understand...

But I can't move for a long time, even if he wants to do anything, he can't resist.But soon his kiss is over, he has always been a very restrained man.

"Do you hate us?"

"do you hate me?"

His eyes dimmed, not knowing where to look.I raised my hand with difficulty and touched the willow leaf-shaped scar on his neck.

He lowered his head slightly, and said softly with a smile, "You guessed it, it's Julian."

"He's always been like that, he loves to mark his possessions."

"Let's think about it, it was more than ten years ago. He held me against the wall with a dagger, and warned me viciously that if I left him, I would die. He was very fierce at that time, but his beautiful moist green eyes It hurts, he slits my throat and weeps himself."

I grinned and squeezed out a few words: "He... loves... you..."

Sasha nodded, smiling with tears in his eyes: "Yes, he loves me."

"You... also... love him..."

"Yes, that's right." Sasha touched my cheek: "I love him too, very much."

"It's not that simple... There is a very complicated relationship between me and him. It's different from how he treats you and I treat you."

"Maybe you can't understand, but it doesn't matter, because we all... love you..."

"I do not believe……"

Sasha's eyes trembled, and he said, "It's okay, you can't change the fact if you don't believe it."

He kissed me again and said, "Sleep, I'll make you feel better."

"Everything will be better."

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PS: Yulia is a nickname for Julian, and Russian names generally have nicknames.

Юлиан (Julian) Юля (Yulia)