The vase he was trying to glue together shattered several times. Even the games were not so much to his liking as the soul of the person he liked so much. Yungem looked at her, and then at the pieces of glass that were lying on the floor. He injured his leg, and therefore it was painful for him to move. Eternity for the sake of one day, that's how he chose. His robe was flat at the seams, big sleeves and white hair were falling down, Yungem looked at his hands. “I don't understand,” the man spoke feverishly, touching his face with his fingers. “Why have you become so cold to me? Did we switch places?,” Jungem asked, feeling devastated.

He knew it would come to this. He knew he couldn't sleep with her. She'll ruin everything, as always. And the man couldn't drive her away. He was afraid. “Yes, that's right,” he took his hands away from his face. “You haven't even told me once in all this time that you love me. Were we just fucking?!”