A mystical encounter with my future husband

My name is Katya. I’m a university student (I won’t explain which one, it doesn’t matter) and this is my life story.

Probably many girls will understand what it means to feel the betrayal of a girlfriend and cheating boyfriend. For me it was, so to speak, two in one. My boyfriend Sergei studies with me in the same college, in the same class and in the same group, and my friend Ira is studying with us. We dated him for about a year. Everything was good. But that’s only in my opinion.

One day I got sick and didn’t show up for the first couple. I was late for the second, so I decided to go to the third. The tests, final exams, and important topics were coming up, so I had to go and write my lectures. These “two lovebirds” thought I wouldn’t come, what did they think? That’s what I told them, and then I changed my mind and decided to go. At the entrance to the building I saw them kissing. I ran home, all in tears. Having cried enough, I decided to go to a dating site, so to speak, to get revenge. I didn’t have to wait long for friend requests. But all was not the same, all was not the same.

One day I got sick and didn’t show up for the first couple. I was late for the second, so I decided to go to the third. The tests, final exams, and important topics were coming up, so I had to go and write my lectures. These “two lovebirds” thought I wouldn’t come, what did they think? That’s what I told them, and then I changed my mind and decided to go. At the entrance to the building I saw them kissing. I ran home, all in tears. Having cried enough, I decided to go to a dating site, so to speak, to get revenge. I didn’t have to wait long for friend requests. But all was not the same, all was not the same.

It had been about three days and I hadn’t gone to university. I just stayed home. As luck would have it, the day was horrible: damp, drizzling rain. The whole sky was gray with nasty clouds – the beginning of autumn. I opened books from idleness (there are hundreds of them in our hostel) and decided to read something to suit my mood. I chose a regular volume, though I saw neither the title nor the author.

As soon as I opened the first page, I heard a click in the next room – someone had written from a dating site. Slowly, without any desire, I staggered into the next room. I was alone in the building, someone had gone to their parents for the weekend, someone was at the library, and someone was sitting in a coffee shop. I was alone. Seeing the message, I quote: “Hello, Katya, Katenka, Katyusha. All these days I’ve been thinking: should I or shouldn’t I write? And now I’ve made up my mind.”

Why did I decide to write these lines? You might think at first glance that they were just being mocked, which is exactly what I thought, so I ignored this message.

Closer to noon, I decided to talk to this stranger. As I corresponded with Igor, I felt so weak that it made my stomach cramp. During an hour of conversation we learned a great deal about each other, and then he offered to meet me. And I agreed without a doubt. In an hour we were to meet at the local bar-café “Cajon”.

Gathered. It was raining like it was telling me to stay. But I went, in spite of all the factors, and there were many. I went out, went into the cafe, and immediately saw him – he had such a hazy look, as if he was stoned (I apologize, of course), but that was my first impression. I turned my gaze to his eyes – my God, they were big, black, cloudy stupefying. I almost fell over. But suddenly I felt such a sharp pain in my temples, I almost lost my balance. It went on for about five minutes, and the pain didn’t go away for a minute, but I felt so serene with him that the feeling of pain faded into the background.

We sat and chatted and chatted about everything. About love, about friendship, I told him my story, and he told me his. For obvious reasons, I’m not going to tell it.

It was about 10 p.m., and it was getting dark early. It was time to go home. With these thoughts in mind, we left the cafe. When I got to the bus, we hugged each other goodbye (nothing more!) Two women and a guy walked ahead of me. Igor smiled, and as soon as I stood on the step, his expression changed, his cheekbones became more prominent, his pupils dilated. He said he was coming with me, I didn’t even have time to contradict him before we found ourselves already in the cabin, and slowly walked past the seats. When we passed the two women, I felt a chill between my shoulder blades: their eyes, especially the older one’s, were bloodshot and angry. We stopped in front of each other for a second, but Igor pushed me forward very quickly and with such anger that I almost fell over.

What happened next can only be seen in a nightmare. The woman kept her eyes on me (yes, yes, the same one). I didn’t know what to do anymore. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Igor whispering something. And he looks directly into her eyes, then I also thought, this is not cultural, okay she, but him, and already wanted to make a comment, as he turned his gaze to me, and hugged me. God, I didn’t even try to dodge or even get out, I just couldn’t! I heard isolated phrases: “Do you hear that? It’s not her time! Go away. I won’t give her up! Get another one. So what if HE said. Go back.”

He said it all, no, he even whispered it. And in a split second it was all over, my nervous state lifted, when this woman asked to get off the bus, and the best part was that she asked to stop near the side of the road, where there wasn’t even a bus stop. Just our way from the cafe and the dorm to the bus was blocked off, the bus had to take a detour, through a wooded area. I walked to the cafe, it wasn’t far, and I could have walked back, but Igor flatly refused the idea, saying that it was already dark.

At that moment I thought I had known him forever. Even though we had only known each other for less than a day. I never saw the other woman; maybe she got off the bus from the back door.

Now Igor and I are already married. He never told me what it was all about. Why did he whisper something to her, and who was he? I thought maybe it was a demon in human form, and you know what I found out? That Igor’s family consisted of hereditary witches and sorcerers, and in many generations.