Days passed.
And the guilt still torments me, and I never saw him again.
Why? Didn't he want to torment me?
Was it part of his revenge to ignore me?
Questions hanging in the void.
Questions that refuse to be answered.
َََََQuestions whose answer lay with someone who disappeared.
Depression.
A locked room.
Long months.
Anxious mother.
Someone close to death.
Meaningless news.
Someone drowning.
Michael.
Where is he?
Is he still seeking revenge?
Where is he?
Suddenly, the phone rang.
A phone that had been missing for six months.
Damn it, is the ghost calling me?
Damn it, is it time?
Damn it, am I the last on his list?
Damn it, my time has come.
And quickly, he answered the call.
Michael.
******* Street now.
And he hung up.
I washed my face, got dressed, and went out as fast as I could. I had waited for this moment for so long.
Finally, the long, uncertain patience and waiting for the moment had ended.
I didn't think time was moving. So slowly.
I was waiting for him.
The street was crowded.
He didn't say exactly where, just the street.
I walked down the street for a long time until I saw him, then I ran to him.
Yes, Michael, I saw. I saw what they did to you.
I couldn't say it. I couldn't apologize.
Because, for the first time, I looked at his face, and it was tired.
His eyes were sunken, bearing the marks of long sleepless nights and thoughts that had no outlet.
His features were taut, not angry, just heavy with exhaustion, and a calmness akin to temporary surrender.
Even his silence sounded tired.
Michael?
Oh, you're here. I thought you were going to hit me right away.
Yes, but I've changed my mind now. What do you want, Michael?
Why did you want to involve me in all this if you just wanted to leave me hanging in the end?
I didn't know you were waiting for me, my old friend.
Yes, and after involving me, what do you want next?
I don't know yet.
Why did you call me here?
I don't know. I wanted someone to accompany me.
After six months, you want to meet me so I can accompany you? Why does it have to be me? Don't you hate me?
Hate you? No, of course not. You haven't done anything to deserve my hatred.
Then why did you involve me in all this if you thought I didn't deserve all this hatred?
Like I said, I didn't know who...
Michael?
I wanted someone to see what I was doing.
And why does it have to be me?
Because you're my old friend.
So what's your plan?
Did you look at the phone?
Yes, screw them all.
Aren't you going to try and comfort me?
No... You've turned into a bastard, so tell me what you want to do... Do you want money to continue?
No... I'm rich now.
Then
I just want you to try to stop me. What do you think? Simple, isn't it?
And if you try, you'll stop.
It depends on your reason and your method. Give me a new reason to stop, and I'll stop.
There's no reason. Just stop, Michael. You said you're rich. Just travel, stop, and move on with your life.
I can't sleep. How do I stop, damn it?
Do you see any doctor? My doctor is skilled.
Do you see a psychiatrist?
I do. Do you have a problem with that?
No, I just didn't expect it.
I've had many complications, but...
Why did you stop talking?
Then you can't sleep. Why?
I see them all looking at me. What do I do?
Who are they?
You know who?
In your dreams?
No. They're standing by your side.
Then how do you fight them?
I Just look at them.
It means you live with your pursuers
Ya
Then do you want to live together?
Ha ?