A sound from Warningtone

He was thirteen when He thought about love for the first time. He saw a girl in a bowling club and mentioned she was quite pretty. An imperceptible sound flashed in His head. But He didn't mind. And there was nothing after that.

It was just a 'lovvy'. He usually named unserious love stories this word. This time He had a passion which is normally felt by everyone. However, the next time it was more than just a passion. He read that people have surely fallen in love whether they begin to compose stories and situations happening with them and their lovers. He caught himself dreaming of such an occasion. He imagined how He would be walking with His girl in a meadow, along embankments or a seashore. It is a signal! 'I love her', He said. But it was another 'lovvy'.

He was fifteen and He went to a trip around the region. He hadn't ever called a girl and He was afraid of doing that. But He phoned her. She had a mild voice which was so mellifluous that He became ready to come back immediately. When He returned and kissed her He felt happy. He was the happiest man on the planet. 'Genuine love is in the happiness of being together', He decided. Alas, it seemed to be friendship. And this strange warning sound shimmered in His ears again.

Soon He met Her in Warningtone, His small native town. He was sitting in a classroom and writing a letter. Albeit it wasn't important who to send an envelope to, he neatly wrote Her name. She was also in the same room. He took a seat in the corner from whence He could look at Her without any fear of being noticed by Her breathtaking maroon eyes. These eyes were more than just a miracle! Magically! He nodded from time to time imitating he was listening to music. In fact, He was trying to hide His feelings or to hide himself from His feelings. He heard those warning sounds but this story doesn't resemble any of His previous experiences. There was something missed.

It was a cold autumn evening. Soft snowflakes were falling down from the grey sky. They were floating like slight feathers. He was playing the piano with His eyes closed and His hands trembling. Maybe everyone who didn't know Him would say He was an odd guy. But He was just an unhappy person at this moment. He was very depressed because His dear girl had gone to another city. It was rather clear She probably wouldn't come back. 'Will she suffer hard?' He asked himself. He doubted a lot and suddenly He felt He missed Her. 'Maybe you love your darling really when you can't live alone more?' he thought. Did He love Her then?..

She was standing near the window in Her new room and She was stupidly staring at the gloomy sky. 'I know, you see this sky now, you're watching at these heavy clouds with me', She said. She knew perfectly well He was beyond the way to do something bad with himself when He felt unwell. She hid from Her parents and began to cry very silently. 'How shall we live without each other?' She asked. But nobody answered.

People say God loves the Trinity. So, three months later He heard His mobile ringing. He picked up the phone. There was Her lovely voice.
'Is it He?'
'Is it She?'
'Is it He?!'
'Is it She?!'
They couldn't believe themselves. Was it possible?
'How were we living all this time?' they asked.
'I was thinking of you every night and in my dreams I enjoyed the time spent together'.
'Me too! Are you happy?'
'Yes. Thanks to our illusion'.

They met at a railway station of Warningtone. It lasted only five minutes but they were indescribably vivid. Finally, He asked Her:
'Are you happy?'
'Yes. Thanks to our reality!'
They decided to meet the next day.

He was standing on a balcony and breathing with the air refreshed by dew. He was able to hear the rumble of Her heels from a mile. However, all was still calm. He closed His eyes and imagined how would they meet and what would they say. He was frightened by a sound. Warning tone. A sound from Warningtone. It was a message with two words: 'Look behind'. He turned around and saw Her. She was waiting Him, looking kindly from the deep darkness and weeping. He rushed and fell on the knees in front of Her. He fell on the knees and He fell in love.