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Was it five years ago? Alessandro and I were called a married couple. Even if we weren't physically close or didn't speak, I never grew tired of him. Because we loved, or rather, loathed each other. However, when we fought, I was always the one who got hit. That was just his nature. One day, we had a massive fight. He was holding a ballpoint pen in his hand, and he struck my eye. A neighbor reported it, and we were eventually forced to divorce. I still visit his house. It's been quite a while since I lost sight in my left eye. He lives a life that is close to being a 'total wreck.' If I didn't come and bring him food, he would probably die within a month from the cigarette smoke and alcohol. Since he looks like a scoundrel who doesn't even shave to others, I go to his house again today.