“Look what happened to them!” he cries. “They torture each other, and it only drags them both into hell!” his voice cracked, tears running all over his face, he doesn’t know what can make him compromise, or let him compromise. “I’m begging you—please! Please, don’t let us follow their steps.”

It’s almost been like a century. He walks to him, and holds him. He was crying, sinking his face into his shoulder, leaving only the light brown hair shivering when he jerks.


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