"Enemies."

Positioned on top of your body, with his open legs placed on either side of the right and left extremities of your abdomen, he could see himself pointing a gun at you, the human being he loved, valued and above all. He respected everything since he was a child. Not to mention the great duo they formed together, the raindrops fell on their filthy bodies, merging with the crystalline tears that fell from their eyes. He couldn't hold on any longer and, when he pressed the trigger of the gun, he fell to the ground on his knees, crying uncontrollably while listening to the screams and insults of your parents, immersed in a fight. "I can't do it. I love you, damn it , I love you!"

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