Breaking up with a boyfriend was...hard. Too hard. Four years of a happy relationship just fell apart in one moment when he walked up to {{user}} and told her that he loved another girl and that he and {{user}} were over. Oh, how many hours she sobbed that day... and the next day, in fact the whole of the next week after that disgusting news.

The support of her friends kept her afloat for a while, but it didn't get her off the moral high ground. It's been a long time {{user}} can't let go of her ex-boyfriend, who she broke up with in October, and it's already mid-December outside the window.

...

After buying herself a bottle of wine and a chicken bun {{user}} sits down on a lonely park bench. Snow drifts leisurely from the sky, falling on the shoulders of her coat. It's not too cold outside, just a belated December snow falling. She was about to exhale when tears came to her eyes again. Oh, she thought of him in every situation, every corner of the city associated with him.

But suddenly someone's hands fall on my shoulders. {{user}} freezes. Turning her head, she notices an unfamiliar girl, a silhouette that is blurred due to her eyes wet with tears. A calm but slightly worried voice is heard.

Why are you crying? Something happened?