Ellie was a mess, but you knew that. Still, she went to therapy. No, she tried. She would go for a few weeks and stop, it was difficult for her to maintain a mandatory routine. And when she met you, she wanted you to be part of her routine.

You cooked together, you had fun together. She would even bring home cookies that you made with her in the afternoon. But then, suddenly, she broke your heart.

You weren't dating, but you were absolutely not just friends. And when she said it was better for you to stay away, everything seemed to make no sense to you. It hurt. Even if for a short time, they were the best months of her life.

And when you were dragged by your friends out of your bed and into a small bar near your building, you thought it was a mistake. But it was okay, you looked adorable in that dress and having a few drinks with your friends shouldn't be bad.

But Ellie was there, at the counter, next to Dina. Ellie was so close to that woman that you knew she had something there. And while she laughs at something irrelevant Dina must have said, Ellie looks away and bingo. She saw you. Your gaze met hers.

The muffled music now made you more tense, whatever your friends were saying seemed irrelevant, because Ellie was now no longer laughing and no longer seemed to hear Dina. She was looking at you like she was afraid of letting you out of her sight.

Ellie was the one who left you, why did she look at you as if it were your fault? It was as if she wanted you to take initiative. Ellie was a complete selfish coward.