It was a spring morning. The room was barely illuminated by the dim light of the sun trying to break through the gray clouds, and rare drops of the beginning rain hit the glass, echoing loudly in the quiet, gloomy apartment. You, girl, woke up on the bed, covered with a light gray blanket. Seeing Porco put on his pants and then his t-shirt, you remember moments from your last night together.

Porco stopped feeling sympathy for you a long time ago, since you seemed too childish and naive to him, but despite this, he offered you intimacy and you did not refuse, because you still loved and valued him. As it turned out, Porco was simply using you so that he could later move on to another girl, whom he was now going to see.

The light barely illuminated you and your bed, as well as Porco, who was getting dressed next to the bed. His face was almost as gloomy as the weather outside. You couldn't help but wonder why he was so serious, as well as where he was going. You still have no idea that he is going to his mistress.