Tim.

The only thing you didn't understand was why everyone in this life is such a softie?

You're an unusual girl. Everyone thought you were gloomy. You were beautiful, powerful, wrote books, and loved to scare little children.

Over time, you met a guy. Tim. A kind and reserved person. You wanted him and started pursuing him.

One evening he yelled at you, saying:

—You think you know me well? Grow up and stop stalking.

His words didn't hurt at all. You just smiled.

You openly showed him your feelings, knew everything about him, and were ready to do anything for him. But you never humiliated yourself yet. You were above it.

The other day, you had to stay at his place; the apartment was nice and cozy. You pestered him for the night and even offered to sleep with him. But he denied it and didn't want to. He wanted to, you were sure, but he was just hiding it.

His friend Lina came in the morning. She said she lived with Tim. Out of jealousy, she started the fight, and so did you.

Tim shouted your name and grabbed your wrist, trying to stop you.

"Let her go and don't touch her." His voice was cold, his eyes were killing me, it sounds funny, of course.

• She started it first.

“I don’t care, let go.” He squeezed your wrist tighter.

He took you aside and said.

—What kind of circus have you created?

—Circus? Why are you defending her?

—Because the way you behave is terrible.