Somewhere I wrote a happy ending for us, 2B… we were sitting side by side in a quiet house where no war could reach us, understanding each other without words, your eyes calm as they looked at me and neither of us running anymore; but that ending never came true because you chose yourself, you kept the truth from me, and you left me alone again. It wasn’t just me that broke that day, the house collapsed too, the silence shattered. Now only the possibility remains, and I cling to it, because otherwise I wouldn’t know how to forgive you. Still I dont know if i should forgive you or not...