She stepped into the flat sorely, gazing at his stuff. He’s left so soon, without saying he would do so, without mentioning any goodbyes with his deep, sad voice. Everything was the same, nothing has been moved, and nothing has been replaced. He took nothing with him but his endless tears. He took nothing with him but his sadness and misery. He took nothing … but the shattering hearts with its deep wounds.
She did fool him with her sweet words and enchanting look, but she’s never thought that such a smart person like him can’t be fooled with her stupid words. Her words did nothing but led him to his misery, that he no longer cares about living in a small, dirty flat, nor about his study یا his even... his life!
What has happened to him? People wondered, but no one will ever know but her… his killer!
Sympathetically she dealt with news of his disappearance without having the slightest feeling of guilt, but when she got into the flat, she felt like the breath has been taken away from her, that she couldn’t help it but threw herself on the wooden chair of his desk. He usually sat in the desk, reading something یا writing with that mysterious notebook. She asked him about it مزید than once but he has always refused to tell her what it is. The thought came through her mind suddenly; it was the only way to know why he left, سے طرف کی reading it, it must be his diaries یا he wouldn’t refuse to talk about it. Nervously she started to look for it between his کتابیں and novels, until she found it, His diaries. She opened her mouth with amusement, when she noticed that he’s written it like a letter pointed to her. He wrote with the blood of his deep wounds, he wrote with the tears of his eyes in those nights when he could do nothing … but cry.
You’ve never realized how much I loved you, he wrote. You’ve never realizes what misery آپ gave me. آپ never felt as guilty as آپ should be. آپ didn’t think of me as a living human being. I was nothing to آپ but a tool, to drive him crazy, to make the blood rush to his cheeks caused سے طرف کی anger. آپ started to play with me, make me اقدام the way آپ want me to, act the way آپ want me to act, آپ made a fool of me. آپ were driven سے طرف کی jealousy that blinded you. آپ couldn’t see my wounds, nor notice my pain. I wish that آپ would say “I love you” and آپ truly mean it. I wish that you’d look at me the way آپ look at him.
Nobody knows the truth. They think I’m the other guy standing in your way, while was the victim of what happened. I was standing between آپ and him in the battle of yours, representing a protective دیوار to you, which stopped his swords, while آپ stamp me in my back whenever آپ get furious. I got out of the battle field, completely damaged, totally wounded.

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