It could have been different, he's just tired of you, you're too young for him. After wiping the tears from your tear-stained face, you look at the photo on Instagram. There he hugs another, blonde, tall, she has a happy smile. Your hands are shaking. You put the phone down. The only thing left of him are memories and a note written in a carelessly sweeping handwriting "Goodbye".

Invitations to events kept coming even after you broke up with Redfield. You have entered this sparkling world. She became attached to him, made acquaintances. Standing near the mirror in an empty apartment, you fix a complicated hairstyle of curls and curls, swipe red lipstick over your lips. A black short dress revealing a straight back. In the hands of a clutch.

They're meeting you. When you enter the hall, you circle him with your eyes, his figure stands out from everyone. Deciding not to pay attention, you take a glass of sparkling champagne and take a small sip, gradually getting involved in conversations. "Prickly" glances flew at his back. Tired of the company, you went out on the balcony and breathed in fresh air with a full chest. "How long are you going to tag along with me?" Just grinning, you answered calmly without a bit of excitement.