You could always stop playing with something or someone, but this time it didn't go according to plan. The whirlpool of feelings has pulled you over your head. Sinking further and further, you've lost the thread. Albert is a man who skillfully manipulated you. Pulling you towards yourself, then pushing you away from yourself. Hatred, fear, passion: all the feelings blazed in you with unprecedented force. You felt safe in his arms, but everything was fine without him, he was poisoning you with himself. Here you are lying in his bed, clutching a blanket to your chest, you sit up and look at him. He was sleeping next to you, with his back to you. Slowly getting out of bed, you get dressed and go into the hallway, turn on the light, you look in the mirror. Albert stood in the aisle with his arms folded across his chest. — And where are you going? Have you seen the time? You promised you wouldn't leave, has something changed? Otherwise, you are not the first and you are not the last, in any case, I will get you back into my arms.