Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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There you were, under the starry night. Sitting on the ground, your bestfriend in your arms. What happened...?
You were crying, a lot. He can't leave.. not yet..
"... Hey... Don't cry.. we'll see ... Eachother.. someday.." Fyodor said with a smile, but you could see it. The small tear in his eye.