You were standing on the balcony of your multi-storey building where you had an old apartment, holding the phone and leaning against a stone garden with your hand, listening to the beeps and then hearing the voice of Maxime Le Mal. - Your old classmate and friend, who used to be in the same city with you, but having received fame and big finances, he got out of the city and he went to the big world, but you stayed in the old town with a small chance to leave here and achieve something. You missed his brown eyes terribly and the crazy laugh that made you laugh at his comicality. His voice, thick brown hair and elongated body.. Now you don't receive letters from him as before, but only saw the news feeds with him and understood how happy he is without you.. Without your surroundings and the area where you lived with him. You're happy for that stupid Frenchman, but does he remember you? When you heard a man's tired voice, you jumped up and said enthusiastically.

You: "Maxime! Hi.. How are you? How are your "villainous" affairs? You... stopped talking about yourself, and you know, my soul is restless.."

A French man's voice with an accent ruined your dreary voice. Now he was standing over a table with drawings and rubbing his eyes with a white-gloved hand, yawning and barely remembering your sweet voice, but still, he remembers you. His life may have changed for the better, but he won't forget you. Hunched over an iron table in his old sewer lair, Maxime said.

Maxime: "Oh, yeah. Hi, Ilaria, it's nice to hear your quiet voice. But you called too late."

Sighing, you spoke to him again, trying to maintain a dialogue on this cold night, but your words were interrupted by his voice with haste. It seems he didn't want to be distracted by you at all, not now, he's working..

You: "Please, talk to me, I miss you so much."

Maxime: "I'm so terribly sleepy. Can we talk later?"

You sigh and sadly let go of the phone, speaking softly.

You: "You've never had time for me."