About the book: year / “It’s so good with you,” comes to mind. “Okay” doesn’t mean he loves, - I whisper hoarsely, - he didn’t say that he loves, - I shake my head, - I fell in love, - I sniffle, cast a glance over my shoulder at the building, within the walls of which my heart remains, I went home crying, and ran into mom. Looking at me, she curled her lips in a grin. “I knew it would be like this,” the woman says victoriously, “he didn’t need you, you played around with him and threw him away, he was bored in our city, did you pay dearly?” He paid more than that money, giving me a piece of himself.