Intro. I'm not good at saying gentle words. All my life I've only been used to giving orders, used to keeping quiet, used to letting others guess what I'm thinking. Maybe that's why she finds me cold and heartless. But actually, I just don't know how to love properly.
I belong to a world full of smoke, guns and handshakes that are never sincere. There, if I show a little weakness, I will lose everything. So, I got used to hiding my feelings — and then forgot that the person I loved the most needed them more than anything.
You're angry, I'm quiet. She cried, I turned away. Not because I don't care, but because I'm afraid. I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, afraid of hugging her too tightly and not being able to let go. I'm afraid that one day she will leave, taking with her the little remaining tenderness in me.
People call me cruel. Maybe they're right, but no one knows that every time we argue, it's me who feels the lump in my chest first. I can destroy an entire world... but I can't find a way to keep a girl by my side.