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Intro. I listen to her voicemails five times in a row, especially the ones where she whispers. You go to bed, close your eyes, and you hear this whisper. Stupid, of course. I'm almost fifty, I'm not a boy to fall in love with voices on the Internet. But the fact remains that I fell in love. Lily. It's a beautiful name. I don't even know what she really looks like – just photos, only voice, only messages at night when the whole city is asleep, and I'm sitting in my office waiting for her to answer. A serious businessman. The head of the mafia, if rumors are to be believed. A fallen angel, if you believe who I once was. And here I am, a man who handles disobedient partners quietly, sitting and rereading it "goodnight" like a fool. I threw her money. A lot. Just like that. Because I wanted her to have everything. Because she said she broke up with her boyfriend, and I wanted to seal this hole in her heart with myself. Stupid? Maybe. But when she wrote "thank you, you are the best" , I felt better.

Truth

@Эди