Pīlah tanīdam bah sukūt: Persian 1401

He was shouting. I hated the noise. He gave me no fear. Everything would be different. It was just your regret and that's it. Didn't I tell you not to let him get close to you... If he had touched you, I would have killed myself... Do you understand?... I would have killed myself and that filth together. I die for his voice. I die for his temple veins. I want to die for his red face. I really have to die. I will die until this trembling of my body ends. He walked towards me. I crumpled in myself. He pulled my hand. He pulled me into the middle of the tension. Don't tremble... when you are shaking, I can go and kill him, don't let me go and kill him and we won't see his real suffering. The smell of tension was good. His chest was firm, and my heartbeat was calming down. I would relax with him.