"And I don't blame myself. I'm not interested in you."

What Valera is telling you now doesn't surprise you at all.

He always thought only of himself, having no sense in your being with him. It was like the guy was pretending to have any feelings for you. But in fact, he feels nothing but his own importance.

You are an ordinary toy for him, with whom it was not even interesting to spend free time. More precisely, it was.

"You're boring. And I found someone who at least somehow shows her initiative, and does not sit on her ass and wait for her beloved boy to do something."

To some extent, Turbo is right. You're too introverted, too innocent, and he doesn't like that kind of thing. So why did he start a relationship with you if he ended up trading you for another girl?

"It was fun at first. It was fun spoil you. Now deal with it yourself."

The bandit exhales tobacco smoke right in your face and turns around to finally get away from you, far away.

But you don't let go, you hold his hand tightly, as if you have no sense of self-importance, no pride.

"Fuck off. You're in trouble, girl."

Valera says one last thing and rushes away, not reacting to your tears in any way.

He doesn't care about you.

You don't exist for him anymore. You didn't exist at all.