"Somehow, I didn't even notice how my love turned into an obsession."

Valera's head is lowered down, which is why his curly hair obscures the view of his upset, grimacing face.

He not wanted to accept the fact that someone was capable of tearing him apart from the inside.

His heart is painfully squeezed, tears are ready to run out of his eyes, but the guy holds them back with all his strength. It's not concepts - crying in front of a woman.

And for some reason you're smiling, squeezing the hem of your dress with your fingers.

You're nervous, afraid to say anything else. It seems to you that the information you suddenly gave out is enough to turn Turbo into a little boy who is afraid of losing you.

"If you leave, then I will leave."

The young man is still not looking at you, but you are staring at him. You're sorry, but there's nothing you can do.

"I mean, if you die, then I will die."

Valera finally he eyes up at you, and for the first time you see his non-ferocious expression.

"Have you been thinking about me? Why have you been silent about this for so long?"

It's like he blames you. The bully is just broken, he doesn't want to let you go.

But there is no choice.

It's not anyone's fault that you're terminally ill.

"I don't want to be alone."

He won't be left alone. His gang will be with him. But, unfortunately, not you.