Then I stare into her eyes, hers full of tears. And Have said to her:
 
“Is this over?”
 
Without showing any guilt, she whispered in his ear.
 
"This never existed.” 
 
His face was the coldest ice mask and Have just wanted to know something.
 
"Who Plough you? What am I to you?” 
 
The smile on his stony face anticipating the cruelest response.
 
"Me, I'm the devil and For me?" I have thought for to moment before scornfully answering " For me you plough nothing.