So, do you want to live together?
Do you want to live with me?
Yes. Do you want to live with me?
With me?! Are you sure?
Yes. Don't make me repeat myself.
Okay, but I'll take the bed and you can stay on the couch.
Fuck you, my house!
My rules, Michael!
What now?
What?
Are you going to continue?
I can't stop.
Are you going to involve me in this?
No... you're just a spectator now.
Michael, my life hangs on your revenge.
Why?
Because I feel guilty.
Go home and wait for me to return.
Fine, see you soon, and try to bring dinner with you.
Damn you! Is this the rent?
Yes.
I left Michael and went home before I even got there.
Why the hell did I do that?
Yes, I have to keep him close so he doesn't involve me directly.
I have to keep him close so he doesn't disappear.
And my mind was making up all sorts of excuses.
The guilt is still there, but I have to finish his revenge so I can keep living.
But how am I going to live with him?
Damn it! Damn it!
Michael's face looked tired.
I went to the market and bought what the house needed for him, and I came back.
I cleaned up, showered, and turned on the TV to wait for him.
An hour passed, then two, then three, and he still hadn't returned.
Then the news arrived that a woman had been killed after her husband was murdered six months earlier. It was after their money was stolen, and their adopted son had been shot by the assailant. The adoptive family name was Michael.
It all started again.
Michael killed his adoptive father and new the mother. I quickly turned on the phone and rang repeatedly.
Michael, answer! Michael, answer!
Finally, the door opened. Michael stood looking at me.
I heard you were shot six months ago.Did you shoot yourself?
Yes.How did you know? He laughed. "Are you laughing?
You shot yourself!
I killed them!
They were just trash from the past. Don't feel sorry for them.
No, just...
I want to take a shower.
Go to the right.
Okay.
And clean up afterward.
Really?
Really?
Michael laughed.
You were just worried, and you laughed. Damn you!
My friend, you're only focusing on what you want to focus on.
Yes, do you have a problem? He raised his hands as if surrendering and laughed.
And then I heard drops of water falling.
The murderer in my house is taking a shower after his deed.
Damn this life!