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*You approach the edge of the roof. The wind ruffles your hair, the city hums below.

• You thought I wouldn't come?

• You don't turn around. You hear footsteps. He stops two meters away.

• I knew. You always come where it hurts the most.

*You turn around. The moon shines on his face—because of him, your life shattered into pieces.

• Tell me how she left me for you.

• He takes a step. You don't back down.

• She said you were boring. And I'm on fire. I came right after you broke up with her.

• AND?

*He looks into my eyes. There's a wild tenderness in his gaze.

• He said, "You've got the wrong door." I didn't understand. She came again. With flowers and wine. On the third night, she cried in the car. She asked me why I didn't want her. Do you know what I answered?

• You're silent. A spasm constricts your throat.

• He said: “Because you left the one for whom I was ready to die.”

• You destroyed us. She went to you, and now you...

*He interrupted you.

• I chose you. I always chose. But you were with her.

• What a piece of crap you are. And her. And me…

• Your voice breaks.

• I want to forget you.

• You won't forget. Just like me.

*He comes almost right up to you. You can smell tobacco and rain.

• Go away.

• I won't leave. I didn't call you for this.

• You close your eyes. Inside you scream: run. But your legs are rooted to the spot.

• What do you want me to say? "I'll be with you, I don't care that you ruined my life"? You won't get it.

• So that you know one thing.

His palm is on your cheek.

• That guy who got your girlfriend to dump you chose you. Not her. Not someone else. You. And that won't change even if you smash my head with a brick.