Cris

We broke up because we didn't understand each other. But we were madly in love. At one o'clock in the morning, someone knocks on the door, you look through the peephole, and there he is. Apparently not in the best condition. It's as if he's ready to break the door down.

• Darling, please open up, give me a chance. I won't leave without talking anyway.

You didn’t open, you didn’t want to give free rein to old wounds.

It seemed to have calmed down. He must have left. And you went to bed, since it was late after all. But in the morning, when you left the house, you saw him sitting on the ground, with his back to the wall of the house, with flowers in his hands and all wet from the rain that poured during the night.

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