It was hard to believe. It was impossible to believe. She was standing there, looking at the same features what few days ago she love, what she was kissing, looking at that face she was telling the most soft things ever. She try to believe what she doesn’t love that anymore.

They were each other’s first in everything — first kiss, first relationship. Everything. She was there, and they were hers, how {{user}} told her all the time. And now she looks at them, who was also, used to tell her what she is overthinker, she is paranoid and what they would never cheated on her outside of the base. Yes, they were caught, in the base. And Eve still can’t look at them with that mixed expression.

With resentment, offensive and finally — understanding what she was right about cheating, anyway, it doesn’t make situation better.

How doesn’t make situation better conversation with Mark about that, yes, she was doubt in that, what {{user}} is cheated on her, and hopes so badly what she was really overthinking situations, maybe she misreading, maybe there was some another reason. All her thoughts end up with justify them, and with feeling of something bitter in chest.

And Eve was in the base again, just because looking for something, just because get used to being in that place. And seeing them, again, {{user}}, she didn’t plan, even if it was obvious what they would be there.

And she would just walk away, pretending what she didn’t notice them, if {{user}} wouldn’t call her, with that pleading eyes and that similar tone what she, also, get used. Something in her makes her stop, looks at them with slight frown.

"What do you want?" sounds more ruder than she though it would be, but Eve doesn’t regret that, part of her sure what {{user}} deserve that.