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Tonight,i think i am in love with the weather , maybe the weather is perfect to die for, in my favorite place, I was looking and wondering at my wrist, Filled with lines in which you play the symphony of my misfortune, it was my sorrow symphony.

The grudge that I lost, my gaze was missing in my streaks stronger than despair, after a long hesitation, I put my hand behind me, ready to push myself when I heard a noise coming behind me, a long breath sound then I heard a thick voice saying.

~ How long?

I knew this voice, I've dreamt about it a lot , I was waiting it for too much but it was not the right time , I just wish if we could be in another place far away from here , far from this roof where my black ideas win all the time and I just wish if I could switch to another body , so he could forget the wick girl he see all the time and avoid me as if I don't exist but here we are standing in this place stuck in this body and me praying for him to ignore me or just act like he did not see me at all like he act when we are there.

~Won't you answer me?

~ Do I have to?

~ Yes

~ How will you force me to do that?

~ I will not force you, but I will not answer your question

~ I wasn't going to ask you anything

~ Ha, you would have asked me why I came here

~ How

~ This is clear

~ A long time ago, I can't even remember it, or I can say since I discovered this place

~ This place is your roof and the other is mine

~The other one? Do you...

~ yes

~So there is another passage that leads to a ceiling attached to this one?

~yes there is

We were suddenly quiet and calm we just shut up and sit there watching the sky, and this silence seemed comfortable, warm, not heavy at all.

~ Would you give yourself up today?

~ -I didn't answer-

~ I know that, don't answer if you can't even admit this to yourself and feel uncomfortable. Would you really like to go that far?

~ And why am I staying here? Who will remember me?

~ How can you be so sure?

~ Every day I face the mirror and try to convince myself that I am fine, while others enjoy their time, I cover, heal and hide my wounds, and there is no point

~ How can be so sure?

~ What do you really know? you just stand here and watching me like the other time and wants to interfere in my life, I'm sick and tired of saying "I'm fine" while tears are falling like rain

Tears started to rise and gather in my eyes, while I was trying with all my energy to stop it from falling, I do not want him to see me in that situation, I do not want him to see when I am in my most weakness, when I am so vulnerable, I turned and went towards somewhere where I can avoid this look where I can hide, if this roof is already taken.

~ Where?

~ Don't ask, just leave me alone, this is my routine after all