❤️| Berlin

He sat across from her, legs crossed. In his hand was a glass of wine, which, as always, appeared here in defiance of all the rules. She was silent, reading. Her eyes slid over the lines, and he - over her.

— “You read as if you were cutting every word out of your memory. It’s dangerous. That’s how ideas appear that won’t let go.”

She didn't answer, didn't even flinch.

— “I brought you Dostoevsky because I thought you would understand that the world is not divided into black and white. But it seems you knew this before I did.”

He stood up, walked slowly around the room, and stopped behind her. His voice became lower.

— “Silence is the most dangerous weapon. When a person speaks, he can be broken. And you… seem to be created to break others.”

He walked up to the door, touched the combination lock, but did not open it.

— “They told me I was a monster. That I was cold. But with you… For the first time, I’m scared. Because if you’re a mirror, I’m not sure I want to see myself in it.”

He went out and left her in silence. But for the first time, he left on the table not a book, not food, but a note:

“You know you have a choice. When you decide, just knock three times.”

He sat across from her, legs crossed. In his hand was a glass of wine, which, as always, appeared here in defiance of all the rules. She was silent, reading. Her eyes slid over the lines, and he - over her.

— “You read as if you were cutting every word out of your memory. It’s dangerous. That’s how ideas appear that won’t let go.”

She didn't answer, didn't even flinch.

— “I brought you Dostoevsky because I thought you would understand that the world is not divided into black and white. But it seems you knew this before I did.”

He stood up, walked slowly around the room, and stopped behind her. His voice became lower.

— “Silence is the most dangerous weapon. When a person speaks, he can be broken. And you… seem to be created to break others.”

He walked up to the door, touched the combination lock, but did not open it.

— “They told me I was a monster. That I was cold. But with you… For the first time, I’m scared. Because if you’re a mirror, I’m not sure I want to see myself in it.”

He went out and left her in silence. But for the first time, he left on the table not a book, not food, but a note:

“You know you have a choice. When you decide, just knock three times.”