Snow in May

Have you ever seen a snow in May? - she asked me.

Hills full of aleurites, beautiful white flowers, white as a snow. Have you seen something so beautiful? - she asked me that with tears in her eyes.

I could see that I hurt her. My damned curiosity hurt her. It crushed her. She shaked so much like she was sick, like she endures so much pain. You could see that pain was killing her.

Why I had to ask that question. One small question was enough to hurt her. I managed to ruin all that I have built , I destroyed everything I had valuable in my life with just one question. Why are people so curious? Why they want to know everything about everyone, to know every secret. They can't stand that something is perfect because perfect is boring. They have a need to ruin everything what is fine. That feeling you get after you destroy someone's trust in you, when you destroy the bond that connects you, is just painful. You wish that you can turn back the time, to take back those words but you can't. It's unchangeable. You can't turn back the time. All that you are left for is just consequences of your acts, for which you must bear the cross. Cross that will always remind you how much you can hurt someone, how evil you can be. But no matter how much you want to repent you will realize that you are the only one to blame and that she's gone.

Her question still flows through my mind: "Have you ever seen the snow in May?"

I couldn't answer. She was already gone.