4 years...

Four is the number of my death. You have killed me and then i'm killing you. It's a dirty game. but I don't know what I could do. What's better? It's better save myself or help you. I don't know. I just know that I'm killing you, that one day you'll be so sad and maybe you won't understand but I loved you for a lot of years, then I opened my eyes and I realized all mistakes I did...