An annoying sound echoed. And then another one and another one.

The lack of response makes the source of the sound, pebbles being thrown against the glass of your window, become impatient until you give in and go open it.

Not that it was necessary when she knew who it was. The night mist brought her boyfriend as a gift, surrounded by the unbearable smell of alcohol, tobacco on his clothes and a mixture of countless feminine perfumes. Your cheating boyfriend.

He knew and flaunted his reputation as a scoundrel. His girlfriends knew and didn't care, and you... heavens, you also ignored the obvious and the ochre pain in your chest in favor of keeping your first love close to you.

"Hi beautiful, did you miss me?" He smiles and the predatory air in that smile makes the room feel small in his presence. The smile of someone who knew they could get away with anything, including their partner's silent fury after a fight.