Silence. Two leather armchairs. A wooden table with a pack of tissues between us. I know we've been talking. Are we sad? Now she's looking into my eyes as if she were saying: 'Sorry, we must part now. And you haven't let yourself trust me. I don't know your thoughts.'
I'm doing the same, using the same look and transfer 'You are my friend, but, sorry, I couldn't. I failed again. I'm so sorry. Please, let me stay and cry.'
- That's all for today. We'll back to it next time.
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