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One day, in a moment of pure weakness, Kaiser said he loves me. I know he's lying.
His eyes are like two doors to a vast new domain. When he smiled, those doors closed with the gentleness of someone who wants to protect himself. But soon they opened again in a seamless transition to a new mood, more prickly and narrow.
Let him scream his overwhelming rage, the rage that knows no right or wrong, no arguments or excuses! The rage that consumes him and needs to get out, that makes his eyes burn and the veins in his temples stand out.
But then he falls to his knees and the powerful engine in his chest stops, calms down, finally needing to rest. A breath of air, then boiling tears running down his face and hanging on his chin. They fall onto his thighs and seep into the fabric of his pants. He raises his head and looks at me. What a strange kind of love.