I can open the lock. But_ someday, maybe I will find the key again and will be able to open the lock."
"I'll be waiting," I said and kissed the side of her head. The sweet scent of her hair filled my nostrils.
'Do you know why I want you to open the lock to my soul? Do you know why I want you to know me from within? Because I don't even know what I am. To me,
I'm like a shell full of rage, cruelty, mercilessness, yet when I met you, I found something else inside me, almost like a glimpse of ray after the stormy night.
But I don't know what that thing is. I want you to know what it is. I want you to tell me what you see in me because I want to know what I am. I don't want to be known as the merciless king, especially not to you.'1
We were quiet for a long time, enjoying the air, at least I thought she was. I was more focused on thinking... Not just a single thought, rather everything was flooding inside my head.
