The little girl ran and laughed. She went down the roads she wanted, even if it meant going the longest ways. Why? She was with him. The one, she wanted to be with. A boy she found, a boy who looked at her no matter who was around. Yes, that boy, who she wanted to be her lover. They walked well into the cold night, then warmed up in the small room of hers. They watched a film together and they kissed. They were on the bed, playing around until the sad minute came; the boy started his journey back home. The little girl saw him off. She waited the last bus with him, and they talked about life - they were serious and they were happy again, until the last kiss. She turned and walked back to her room and the boy took the bus. The day ended.
It was a fairytale...