Me.

Take it or let it go, take it or let it go. You know perfectly well that all the suffering you feel, you totally deserve it. I think you're getting the point, baby... You crossed your limits, now you're here among the streets, thinking, "Now, who will I take as my beautiful origami?"

"It has to be some kind of joke," he said, removing the headphones from his ears. It seemed like the song was speaking more than he thought, and that filled him up. He let out a sigh and looked at the shops that were there before reaching his home. He saw one that was open and remembered that Katherina worked there, but he never had the chance to visit. (Or maybe he just made excuses not to go.) He crossed the street carefully and, standing in front of the shop, he rang the doorbell several times. "Come on... Someone... Hello!" he said, making a gesture when a man with long hair and dark eyes appeared on the other side of the door, looking at him. The man on the other side stared at him and then called so