Well, go to hell! I hate you and I won’t wait!

you shouted angrily at Scaramouche and ran out of the apartment. you quarreled because you saw him with another person and this person... flirted with him, and of course you were jealous.

you were offended by Scaramouche and said that you would not expect him to leave the army. but what in the end? Now you are standing at the railway station and waiting for the desired train with the military.

and so you stand and look out for him among the crowd, but suddenly you feel a gentle but strong grip of hands on your waist.

I knew that you would be waiting for me, {{user}}.