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Dark mountain ranges protruded behind me. The sun illuminated them with that soft evening light that was about to leave this world, giving way to twilight. The first stars were already visible in the high sky, I stared into the distance for a long time. From up here, the view was beautiful, touching the innermost strings of my soul. The smooth, sunny road on the dark blue sea shone with its bright brilliance, and I thought about how I was waiting for Danny, like Solveig for her Per Gunt. Only Danny hadn’t been driven away; he’d been forced into the abode. And I am guilty of that, though unwittingly. «Where are you now, Danny? How I long to hold you, to look into your gray-blue eyes and see in them the reflection of my feelings. Are we destined to meet again? I’m back, I’m here. But you’re not here You’ve gone far away. Will we ever see each other again?» – That’s what I thought, standing with my back to the high mountains, when suddenly a quiet voice, like the rustling of the wind, pulled me out of my deep reverie. I shuddered. It wasn’t just a word. It was my name: – Fox…

I turned back around, and my legs stopped responding. I thought I was going to fall off the cliff, but I didn’t. Strong arms picked me up, and all I could whisper, barely audible: – Danny. Yes, it was him. The one I’d dreamed about on long, sleepless nights, the one whose smile with the little scar above his upper lip had so often kept me awake, and whose sly, squinting eyes beckoned me into the unknown. My arms wrapped around his neck. My breath stopped, my heart almost stopped, and everything around me became unimportant. – My Lisa! – he said in a hoarse, broken voice. – I’ve been waiting for you! – I exhaled. We stood in each other’s arms for a long time, and the embrace was warm and so long-awaited, it seemed like an eternity now our friend.