How You Forget

Simula

I don't know who's the man standing in front of me now.

A Man whose presence commands both fear and respect. His sharp eyes, always hidden behind dark glasses, show no trace of his calculating mind. Dressed in suits that only accentuated his impressive stature, he exuded an air of deadly confidence. Behind his quiet face hides a world of secrets and darkness, run with an iron hand. His heart, hardened by years of violence and betrayal, knows no mercy, causing him to be feared by all.

I got used to knowing him as a humble man with a heart of gold, living in poverty but enriched by his infinite kindness. His tattered clothes and calloused hands speak of the hardships he goes through every day, but never loses hope. With kind eyes that radiate genuine warmth and a smile that offers comfort to those around him, he is selfless.

That's why I loved him. But something that makes him forget who he really was and us.

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