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I went to your brother's

and to your parents'.

Didn't your mother tell you I asked about you

every day? Almost. Anyway, it doesn't matter now.

I haven't been talking to my parents.

We had a nasty fight.

You could have called me.

I wanted to see you.

Well, it doesn't matter now.

You're right. What matters is I'm back.

And we can pick up where we left off.

There's nothing to pick up. I packed your things.

I put them in some plastic bags in the room.

Why are you acting like this?

There they are.

Don't act like this.

I told you I had things to deal with.

I'm sorry. I really am. Maybe

I was wrong. I know I was wrong.

I should have called you,

but Sandu had gone berserk.

Let's make up. Please.

I don't trust you anymore.

I know you lied to me,

and you'll keep lying.

You're incapable of honesty.

You have no idea what it was like.

Is Benes home?

Want to go somewhere to talk?

- There's nothing to talk about.

I thought about everything

for a long time.

I was an idiot.

Everything was so clear, and I,

because I loved you much too much-

I love you, too!

Why are you so angry?

A month ago I was in bits.

It was you who left me.

How can you say I left you?

I had some problems. I told you...

You'll always have these problems.

They surround you like a mist.

And now you want us to break up?

You want me to suffer too?

Why do you want to leave me,

if you know it hurts?

Please go away.

I can't go! I don't want to!

I don't believe you. I don't believe

you really want us to break up.

Do you want me

to beg forgiveness?

I promise, no, I swear,

this won't happen again.

You want me

to go down on my knees?

Look, I'm going down on my knees.

How can you say

it won't happen again?

You look into my eyes

and carry on lying.

- Can't you see it?

- Please

You broke my heart,

don't you get it?

I'm all empty inside.

I don't have anything.

None of the things you tell me

will make me feel better.

I want to forget you.

Pick up your things and leave.

If I leave now, I won't come back.

What kind of a threat is that?

You won't come back anyway.

You're incapable of being honest.

I've been honest with you.

I told you I loved you,

and I did love you.

I still love you.

When I came with you

to your parents' house,

do you think I lied when I told you

all the things I told you?

- What did you tell me?

- Have you really forgotten?

There's nothing to remember.

I couldn't come for you

after all that happened there.

I had to set things straight, so it'd be easier

on us afterwards. So you wouldn't have to suffer.

What happened didn't matter at all.

You know very well that's not true.

Just get your clothes.

This hurts me too much.

Now what do I do?

Should we not see each other again?

Do you want me to promise you that?

Okay. While you're here,

I'll move in with Sandu.

If you don't want us to see

each other again, then we won't.

I promise you, and you'll see,

I'll keep my promise.

You want everything to end here,

like this, as if nothing happened.

As if you say you'll forget

and really believe you will forget.

I thought you'd understand

what I wanted, what I was doing.

I did everything so we could

be happy, to be together.

And now you're telling me

you don't want us to be together.

That you don't want to see me.

Then, we're not going

to see each other again.

Ever again.

Take your clothes.

To most people, we were just

a couple of good friends

who couldn't find their place

in this world,

and only a few thought

they knew the truth about us.

But we were the only ones

who actually knew the naked truth:

That we had no idea

what had just happened,

but that it was something

rather beautiful.

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