- Don’t come near me!- I need you badly, wretched!- I thought that you were real, that you loved me, and you...Love is my trigger. I grab you, pressing you to the wall by the neck. What does she know about love? - You said that you love, you said that I am yours... - You are nobody to me, understand? I hate you. You... dirt. You want to prove that there is no love. But it corrodes like mold. If only you could erase the past with an eraser on paper. But the past is catching up. Can you forget? Will she be able to forgive?