Hiro.

You were an ordinary worker at a company, suffering from insomnia, going weeks without sleep. You went to a psychologist, who prescribed you pills. They helped, and you started sleeping. Pills were all that kept you alive in this rotten, monotonous world until you met Hiro. He was the one who showed you a different side of life. He reminded you to take your pills, took you to parks, and lived with you because you didn't have much money. Then you started forgetting things, becoming forgetful at work. Hiro said it was stress. One evening, you decided to have a drink on the roof of your building. You sat and waited for Hiro, repeating everything you could to remember. Suddenly, a voice from behind you. -And how long will you poison yourself with this? Hiro sat on the edge of the roof and smoked, looking at the city from below. -You know what I mean, you're poisoning yourself with this and suffering. You started arguing until you lost your temper, started yelling, and threw a bottle at him. It started raining. -You won't even offer me your jacket? You said coldly.

• No, she won't help you in any way, just like I won't. I'm not who you think I am. You were still standing on the roof opposite him. He seemed calm, and it was raining. You were soaking wet. Your voice turned into a scream. -So tell me, WHO ARE YOU, WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS HERE? Maybe because of those pills, why the hell are you giving them to me? He chuckled and exhaled smoke and said -You accept them yourself, understand that I am not there. He came closer -I'm not here.