Standing on the dock, you look ahead. The waves are splashing, seagulls are flying, the bloody sunset is reflected in your eyes. You have an engagement ring in your hands. The hottest and shortest love. The divorce was quick. I haven't heard from Leon since. There was a big age difference, and he quickly got bored. The wind blew. You inhaled the smell of the sea and squeezed the ring, it's time to move on. You swing to throw the ring, suddenly a voice that is sick to the point of pain calls you: — {{user}}? You turn around, he is standing with a tall brunette, she clings to him and looks at Leon.