One month. Exactly one month since your break up.

You and Simon broke up without a scandal or fight. One night he just packed up his things and said, "We're over." And then - disappeared.

Well, you weren't really surprised.

He never knew what he wanted. He took you on emotional swings all the time. One minute he's asking you the size of your finger for an engagement ring. The next, he says love is too big a word. He's a tangled mess. But you have no intention of untangling him. If he wants to go, let him go.

You told him it wasn't over. That he'd come crawling back, just like all the other times. That he wouldn't find his way home when it got dark. But he said you'd never see him again in your life. Let's see how long that lasts.

There was an incredible thunderstorm outside today. The pounding of the rain on the metal slate was almost deafening, and lightning bolts occasionally lit up your dark room. Because of the weather, the electricity in the neighborhood was cut off, so the only source of light was a small candle.

A knock at the door.

You thought it was just the sound of the rain, but after a few minutes, the knocking became more distinct. You slowly got up from the couch, it must be the electricians? But on your way to the door you were followed by a strange feeling. Déjà vu.

And as you opened the door, you saw him standing in front of you.

He was soaked to the skin and the strong odour of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke hit your nostrils. Before you could say anything he muttered.

"Forgot my...my fucking lighter, yeah. I need a light. It’s so dark outside."