Chapter 5:

It was a warm, clear night, and the stars were shining, the moon was shining, and Kairam was standing under the cherry tree in the garden. A light wind rustled its leaves. Kairam thought about it. He wanted to know what the chances that he and Ina would become a couple in reality were. He didn't want to take her off guard or press her to do anything, but his need for her grew stronger and stronger. His blood rushed the moment he thought of her, and there was nothing he could do about it. It would have been enough for him to just take her in his arms and stroke her head, or at least hold her hand. In spite of everything, he would not be able to take the first step. He wouldn't make it. He was a coward. No matter how good the chances were for him, he wouldn't be able to express how much he loved Ina. The old wounds were still too fresh. It still hurt too much. He also doubted that he would ever be able to love Ina fully. There would always be a bit of fear in him to let himself into her completely.Ina crept up from behind and covered Kairam's eyes. He winced so hard that she laughed. Kairam wanted to growl, "Don't scare me like that!", But when he heard her laugh as bright as a bell, the growl didn't become much. He just couldn't be mad at her.
"Why didn't you wake me when you came?" Ina asked reproachfully. "I didn't have the heart to do it. You slept so peacefully ...", he defended himself. She sighed. "It doesn't matter. It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" - "Yes, it's beautiful." Ina looked at Kairam out of the corner of her eye. He had a beautiful face. He was lost in thought again and stared into space. The moon made his hair shine and put an unreal shimmer on his pure, sun-tanned skin. She struggled not to lose control and to fall on his neck and kiss him. "It's a shame it's not cooler," she said, as if nothing was. "Why?", Kairam asked, out of his thoughts." Otherwise I could have asked if you would warm me. ", she replied in a neutral tone, almost boiling over inside. Now it was Kairam's turn to examine her from the side." Can I sleep with you again? "she asked, looking him in the eye." That look! ", thought Kairam, and answered." If you want ... "-" would I have asked otherwise? "Ina smiled.

A little further south a girl was standing on the balcony. It also looked at the starry sky and was happy about the beautiful night. A boy was watching the girl. The room behind her was brightly lit so that he could clearly see the contours of her body. He liked her. Her hair shimmered in the light. It looked like she was home alone. He pushed his bike down the street and stopped to look at her. She looked up at the sky the whole time. He wondered if he should call something up to her. "Have a nice night, eh?", For example, or, "Well, have you already seen a shooting star?". The boy did not notice the sound of the car racing towards him. He was standing by the garden wall of this girl with his bike. A noise tore him from his thoughts. It had been the sound of a car horn. The moment passed as if in slow motion. The boy turned, saw the car, and jumped aside with a scream. He had dropped his bike, it was now junk. But that was the lesser evil. He hadn't jumped far enough. The car had him crashed into the garden wall and his head hit pretty hard and he passed out.

It was a beautiful night. Warm and clear. Ina stood on her balcony and enjoyed the light wind that was blowing. She was standing in front of a brightly lit room, the door was open. If she hadn't been home alone, someone would certainly have snapped at her again: "Close the door and come in. It draws." But that was the best thing that evening. She was alone. And alone she admired the starry sky and the moon.Everything was quiet down in the street. Sonja didn't notice the car either. At that moment she only had eyes for the sky. Otherwise she might have seen the boy watching her too. Otherwise she might have been able to shout "Move to the side! A car!" But all she heard was the car horn and the subsequent, even louder scream that tore through the silence of the night. All she saw was how a figure had been thrown against her garden wall by a car. Everything was like in slow motion. Sonja wanted to scream, but it got stuck in her throat. All she saw was how the car first drove over a bicycle and then, as if nothing had happened, kept going.
She ran downstairs, barefoot, to see if the figure that had screamed was still alive, and if so, how bad the injuries were. An irrepressible anger at the driver rose within her. What if he killed someone? Didn't he care? He hadn't stopped for a second. Apparently it was of no interest to that person whether a person died at his hand.It was a boy, maybe a little older than her. It didn't look that bad. Apparently he had jumped to the side and was able to prevent the worst. His bike was junk, but that didn't matter at the moment. The boy passed out. A little blood ran from the corner of his mouth in a small stream. Sonja opened his mouth. He had apparently just bitten his tongue very hard when he hit, but that was better than being dead. Blood was smeared on his hair too. He had a small head wound, but it wasn't that big and the blood had already stopped flowing. Sonja cleared the bike from the street and leaned the pile of old metal against her garden wall. The boy didn't look particularly heavy, but she still wouldn't be able to carry him. So she gently dragged him onto the next couch. She boiled a tea towel that she put under the boy's head. She put a towel underneath. She turned him on his side so he couldn't choke on anything, like his tongue.She also had to clean the wound. It was really just small, and nothing would remain but a bump and a small crust.