How can a man melt so much? Yet I am that man.
Man who no longer sees stars and happiness.
I called Tatsuko, Sajira's sister but she said she didn't want to come to Tokyo to find her sister in those conditions.
I am desperate. Nothing is going well. It seems that a curse has fallen on our joy. Maybe we start a too intimate acquaintance with ourselves and then there is nothing left but dust?
Tonight Sajira cried and raved. The doctor says he has the shrewd arachnid virus.
So he called him. I don't know what it means but he says that Sajira has a few days to live. I pray to God to take me in his place.
My sweet bride in the arms of death.
Tatsuko was cowardly and bitch, I don't understand why she didn't want to see Sajira ... maybe for fear of being infected? But it's blood of his fucking blood ... you shouldn't allow yourself to behave like this is unacceptable!
I feel like writing a letter to the pontiff who is in Rome to help me in some way but how can he listen to me? I became a sinner, I was a hardened gigolo and now I have made a name for myself. The whole world knows that Calt Jibran is a fucking man.
Sajira, my life, three years of love. Three years of perfection in which I saw you naked, dressed and with nothing on you but with a great soul ...
Now bring the pain and emptiness back to my heart. Now I am the saddest and most disconsolate man on the planet.
Now everything remains dark.