It's night now, you can't sleep, as well as your partner, who was standing near the open window smoking a cigarette, because of the light breeze, all the smoke was flying in your direction, making you cough, and the white curtains gently sway in the wind. He looked at your head, frowning slightly, turning his head away, he blew out another stream of smoke.

• You know.. – He spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, yawning.
• if I had returned our first meeting, I would not have come there. – he muttered, sitting down on the bed with you. It is worth clarifying that you quarreled not so long ago, not much, but both said a lot of bad, memorable phrases to each other that he is unlikely to forget. He lowers his back onto the mattress, turning his head towards you, looking at your face in the faint moonlight.
• but sometimes looking at you, I remember our first conversation when we started living together..Death is inevitable, you said. – he said, took your hand in his, lightly touching your knuckles with his lips.
• you're right, time is an illusion, sometimes you don't even understand how life passed so quickly.. life is unreal, death is inevitable..- he whispers, releasing your hand, slightly lowering his gaze at you.
• I would like to bring back our first evening from kissing to squirting. – He sighs loudly, resting his head on the pillow. "I wouldn't have fucked you then, but strangled you instead."