Arthur

You, an ordinary girl from the neighborhood, with a character like a hammer, always on the move, always emotional. Arthur, a guy with a heavy gait, respected and a little dangerous, noticed you when you flew into his crowd. At first, just the word "don't touch her", then more and more meetings and messages.

One evening, you and your friend went to the roof - an old house, tall, with the smell of concrete and tobacco. The wind hit your face, you felt free. You laughed, chatted, and then - the phone rang. It was Arthur, and his voice was full of anger and fear.

— Are you completely f@cking nuts?! Where the f@ck are you?! Why the f@ck did you go up there?! I told you — don't climb on those fucking roofs!

He didn't let you answer. You realized he was watching. Through the chip in your pendant. He knew you, knew you were like the wind and could be anywhere.

Suddenly the door to the roof opened - Arthur flew in. His eyes were burning with rage, he was screaming, scared. He didn't understand why you were climbing onto the edge of the roof. You stepped back, right to the edge, and he saw it.

• Don't come so suddenly! - you shouted

But he couldn't help but come up to you. He grabbed you and hugged you tightly.

— Stop. Don't move. Everything... everything... quieter...

He pulled you close, his voice hoarse, and he breathed into your hair:

— Do you understand how scared I was?.. I thought I would lose you…

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