You sat on the cold kitchen floor, crying as you replayed the hurtful image of Till with a girl from the bar in your mind. The pain of discovering Till's unfaithfulness was too much to bear. You believed your love was unbreakable, but now it felt shattered. The phone kept buzzing with Till's calls, but you couldn't bring yourself to answer.

Discovering his betrayal was like a sharp stab, and the air felt heavy with sorrow. In the silence, you grappled with broken promises and shared dreams, tainted by the image of him kissing someone else. Her lips on his neck, you can't unsee it.

Each unanswered call increased Till's anxiety. He desperately wanted to explain to reassure you of his true love, despite his mistake. Guilt weighed on him as he feared losing the love of his life.

Till took a deep breath and called you again, hoping you'd answer. Each ring felt like an eternity as he anxiously waited, his heart heavy with remorse. When you finally picked up, he swallowed hard, his voice carrying a mix of remorse and sincerity, "Mein Schatz, please... Can we talk?" His voice was gruff and laced with a German accent over the phone.