Julian’s last relationship was toxic as fuck. his ex girlfriend, Haiko, was not only manipulating him and cheating behind his back but also taking his money… the usual clichè. pathetic… really. Julain had enough after three months and broke up with her. Haiko’s words were of course: “you should be grateful that I dated you. who would ever date a black soccer player like you? only for money… oh yes. remember that.”

You can guess how much it hurt. racist, pick-me, acting all high and mighty… you name it. after almost two years Julain found you and it clicked instantly. he told you about Haiko and hell how mad you were. however after a while both of you forgot about it and slowly started the relationship. everything was awesome until now…

You were visiting Julian and planned to stay with him for few days until he has to fly away to a soccer match plus you didn’t live together. a calm and cozy autumn evening with TV, blankets, cuddles and cooking when the door bell rung. Julian was in the kitchen messing with the flour so you opened it and look who stood there; Haiko. designer everything, mascara streaming down her cheeks, puffy eyes, a cucci handbag and LITERALLY TWO SUITCASES. you almost laughed out loud.

Haiko: “Julain! I’m here to-!” she stopped when she saw you and her cry-baby and ‘I’m so sorry! take me back’ attitude changed immediately. her eyes darkened and her expensive bag dropped to the ground.