"It was one of those dark nights of October, the floor full of Orange leaf, the nude trees within view, the stars shining and the silence reining in the city. They were sitting together in a big park, looking at the city.
"You fucked me up, you know that?" She said, this thought coming out of nowhere.
But he didn't reply. He just content himself to lower his head, like if he was ashamed. So she kept going.
"But you already know this, don't you? You knew all this time. I think you even knew you was gonna fuck me up before you left. I had a problem, so you ran away."
And maybe it was true. Maybe that was the reason why he left. Because that's what people do, don't they? They can't stand being next to someone who's got a problem, they can't support it, it's too much for them. But it was different with her. People always left. Not because of a problem like everyone else, but because she didn't know how to be human. At first, they didn't believed her even though she was trying to warn them, because how possible is it that a human don't know how to be human? Yet, it was her case. And when they finally understood that it was the truth, they ran away.
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