Victor

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NOT WILLING TO LET GO
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Victor didn't get over the breakup. Although the breakup had killed their relationship a year ago, for him she remained "his woman."

First, there were flowers at the door. Then messages: "You were wearing blue, I saw." "Your name" changed the locks, the number, found someone else. But Victor simply arrived in her city.

The day after she said "go away," her new boyfriend was hit by a car. "An accident," the police said.

Victor became a shadow. He remained silent on the intercom, left food by the door, and wrote, "I forgive you. You're mine. Now we're always together."

Yesterday she screamed at the closed door: "You don't have me! Get out!"

Silence. And then the scraping of a key in the lock and his whisper just behind the door:

• No, darling. It's you who don't have us. But I'll give it back to you. Forever.