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It is already dark and crews are tidying up the set. She's just finishing a call when he approaches. "Can we have a little chat before you go home?" "Yes sure we can, but why?" *** Five years ago. People kept saying that it's not my fault, but it actually is. I left her, not once, not twice, but thrice. I loved her, so much that it kind of became an obsession. So afraid of losing her, I pulled her, hold her too hard she suffocated. She even constantly helped me get out of my shadows, embraced me, been transparent and honest with me. It was me who refused to be helped. When she left, it was actually me who left her. She even wished for my happiness soon. She even told me that she was sorry for not being the right person for me. And in all that, I was still drowned in my own shadows. I pushed her away just because I thought my so called love hurt her too much. We separated with wounds on her and selfishness on me.  That was the first time I left her. When she ...

 "I knew it. You always being so calm and nodding to all of my sayings. Turns out you talk the other way behind my back." "That's because I always try to figure out how to tell you if something is not right. You won't accept any other opinions except yours the time you tell everybody. You need to settle down after an argument with others just because you are so into your mind, maybe after that I can tell you." "Are you not siding with me? After all these time?" "Why should I be on your side? What do you want, the best solution or people following you around? Here we are not talking about a bunch of simple things, these are a whole complex systems! And yet people still need to hear and argue with you? And then agreeing you?" "Well, I'm just trying to speak my mind.." "About what you think is the best, but sometimes it takes more heads to solve a problem, not just you bossing around."  "That's very rude....