The important writer. Part three.

But I felt only anger, anger, for these words, I wanted to make him regret what he had just said. After all, these words, I took as a danger in relation to Moonlight.

I could not resist and got up from the chair.

As soon as I wanted to take a step in his direction, Moonlight immediately grabbed my hand and with all its strength, just took me away.

He ran, and I stumbled after him.

And all those people who looked after us were left behind.

Behind, far behind. Well, what was ahead? Pain?

How easy it is for a person to gain wings. You just need someone who will give your life some hidden secret, wonderful meaning that will only be understandable to you.

The night, although it was artificial, still seemed the most real.

Our legs stopped at the same time when we reached a tall tree that was unknown to this earthly nature.

The ground underfoot was covered with grass and this ground, like the back of a long-frozen dinosaur, created waves, hills that rose and fell.

It was a green field, and everything seemed so natural. As if, it was in this dimension that all the forgotten nature was hidden.

"In this world, everything is artificial. I no longer know where a real tree grows and where the real sky begins. But it turns out that everything depends on you. Where your world begins, your universe and where the world of other people begins . And it is very important to find your place, your home. Because only then, the illusion will become a reality, or it will disappear altogether, "Moonlight said, the wind lightly touched his short hair.

Having touched the foliage, and then the white flowers, which were pink in places, I felt the smell of rain, the smell of the sea, and the scent of his skin.

I was silent. I wanted to be silent. I wanted to listen to him. Listen to him forever. Forever!

"There are really very few important things in this world. And basically, these things always go unnoticed."

"And what are these things?" I dared to ask.

Looking ahead, with a sad - happy face, under the faint glow of the night sky, he smiled slightly and replied, "They are hard to say aloud. They are hard to understand. But they are easy to feel."

How many times can I tell myself not to get used to this creature? It was all useless. It was already too late.

Perhaps I will regret it, but I decided not to act like a person, because if you think too much and complicate what is easiest in this world, then what is a person capable of?

At that very moment, I took his hand and when I felt that his fingers squeezed my palm, I pulled him to me with sharp movements and buried my nose in his shoulder.

"Can you feel the most important thing in the world? Like this?" I asked quietly.

In response, Moonlight hugged me tighter.

I admired the night view of the green fields, which were sleeping not knowing what was happening outside this world.

That night, we fled from the whole world and we were not going to return there anymore.

And only when our heads touched one pillow, and our bodies shared one blanket, under which our dreams were able to find one way, I was still squeezing his shoulders in my arms.

There was no turning back. And he knew it too. But the more I knew this, the more I hugged him, trying not to fall asleep, trying to look at the patterns of small flowers on the wallpaper, trying to look at his face, which was covered with a light veil of sleep.

But peace, so long forgotten peace, brought the sweetest dreams to my heart.

I knew it couldn't be that good. I knew that if happiness appeared, something would spoil it. Turn it into something unpleasant. Such is the world. Even the world in which magic has just begun to appear.

The next day, I woke up from ... No, not from screaming and noise, I woke up from an unbearable silence. It was the silence of absence.

Immediately, I looked to my right, but there was no Moonlight next to me.

Panic gripped my thoughts. But I just calmly got out of bed and went to the window.

Outside the window I had a view of the trees and the far corner of the green fields. On a narrow path, which was sprinkled with small stones, a girl ran. But I did not attach any importance to it.

Closing the curtains, I looked around me. I stood in front of the bed and saw another small table and two small chairs, on which lay the clothes of Moonlight.

Panic, still wouldn't let go of me. But I decided that he was probably walking around the outskirts of this town. With this thought, I went into the office and without feeling hungry I just sat down at the table and turned on my little computer, which was a perfectly created hologram.

For some reason, today I wanted to capture my thoughts not on paper. Perhaps because, I had too many thoughts.

Suddenly, despite anxiety and a premonition of something terrible, I began to type.

The first chapter began, followed by the second. And so until lunchtime, I immediately printed several sheets and, pleased with myself, leaned against the back of a leather chair and pulled my hands forward.

After a few minutes break, I suddenly felt hungry.

Calmly, ignoring the storm in my soul, I went to the kitchen, which was so small that only Moonlight and I could be here alone.

After making myself some coffee, I found a few rolls in the cupboard. Delighted with this find, I returned to my office with a smile on my face.

And so, with a sweet taste in my mouth, I started typing on. Not noticing that time flew forward and this time the time was screaming right in my face.

Words just wanted to turn into whole sentences, and then into a whole story, biography, a chain woven from imagination.

Never before, have I written so much and so avidly. But it was all because my book was about him. About a wizard, perhaps even an angel, an alien who ended up in this world to decorate, give meaning, or make my heart beat like this?

And without noticing it, another evening came. The artificial daylight went out and it was time for the faint rays of the night sky.

Turning off the computer, I suddenly heard footsteps at the doorstep of my house. Delighted and at the same time feeling the impending anger, I ran towards the door and opened it abruptly.

But in front of me was only Venice.

"Something happened?" she immediately asked.

"Have you seen Moonlight?"

"No. Is he missing?"

"I don't know."

Suddenly, hearing loud voices, I ran out into the street.

At the very end of the street, I spotted Albert. And he was in nothing but pajamas, with bare feet. By his appearance, I understood that something had happened.

With Moonlight?

Leaving Venice, I ran ahead, not noticing that I, too, had no shoes.

As I ran closer, I noticed that the crowd of people was a little scared.

"Albert, what happened?"

"The city is in a mess. I saw with my own eyes how people attacted a group of Wizards," Neon said, sitting right on the ground. I noticed a deep scratch on his right cheek.

"What?" that's all I could ask then.

"They found out that their thoughts are being read all the time. And that the fault is in Wizards. So now they began to attack them and try to destroy them," Albert said.

Suddenly, a thought came to me which confirmed that Moonlight was in trouble! Among people!

"But maybe it's for the best. Maybe we need to destroy these strange creatures! It seems to me that they are too arrogant. And don't think that if they are beautiful and innocent, then they are not bad. This is all a lie! I wouldn't mind destroying a couple of them," said the man in the black cloak.