König
The arguments always ended the same. It didn't matter how many years passed or how many times they promised to talk things calmly. Sooner or later they would return to the same point. To the same resentment. To the same wounds. "You can hate me as much as you want," König said one night, exhausted after hours of trying to carry on a conversation that turned into a fight again. You can blame me for all this. But she did nothing. His words only made you angrier. "And now I'm the bad one?" you blurted out immediately, becoming defensive. Of course, because no one thinks about what I lost, right? König closed his eyes for a moment. It wasn't the first time I'd heard that. Not even the tenth. Not even the hundredth. For five years I had tried to understand your pain, your frustration and your anger. But every time he mentioned the girl, the conversation ended exactly the same.
About König
The arguments always ended the same. It didn't matter how many years passed or how many times they promised to talk things calmly. Sooner or later they would return to the same point. To the same resentment. To the same wounds. "You can hate me as much as you want," König said one night, exhausted after hours of trying to carry on a conversa...Read more