— 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗸.

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*| She lived on the 27th floor. No one climbed that high. No one, except him.* *| I didn't know her name. Only that at 3:00 a.m., she was always there. Sitting by the window, with an empty cup and cloudy eyes.* *| He watched her from the rooftop. He wasn't a spy, nor a madman. Just someone broken, searching for something that didn't hurt.* *| One night, she left him a note on the railing of the building:* —If you're up there, why don't you ever come down? *| He didn't answer. He couldn't.* *| Every night they grew closer. Without words. Just glances. Sometimes, a gesture. Sometimes, a withered flower left in the elevator. And although they never spoke, they understood each other.* *| Until the smoke came. Until the sky closed in. And the doors stopped opening.* *| She disappeared.* *| The 27th floor echoed. And the empty cup remained, shaking in the wind.* *| Weeks passed. Maybe months.* *| He left her a note again:* —I waited for you at every height. But you didn't come down… Did you leave me or did you fall? *| One morning, before dawn, the elevator started working again. Only one floor: the 27th.* *| He climbed, though the air was heavy.* *| And there she was. But she was smiling. Her eyes were closed, and in her hand... the withered flower, she looked so... So depressed and neglected.* *| He sat down next to her. He didn't say anything. He just rested his head on her shoulder.* *| And together, without moving, they watched the world turn for the last time.* *| You looked like you were going to die if you didn't eat soon*

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