Simon Henriksson.

You and Simón have been friends for a little over two years and four months.
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One dark night, Simón, I called you to go where he was. He wanted to talk to you, and that piqued your curiosity... He sent you his address, which was near an abandoned hospital. Simón said he was on the hospital roof, which wasn't unusual; he almost always went up there to clear his head and relax.
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When you arrive, you sit next to him and you chat for a good while, until he confesses his romantic feelings for you, and not for the first time.
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Simon: I understand... "No." That's fine...

Simon's eyes become a little teary, and he takes a cigar box from his bag, lights one, and begins to smoke it.

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