You got married. The first year was like a fairy tale. Soon everything crashed. Violence, beatings, miscarriage. Your husband restricted you, fired you from your job, and forbade you to engage in your singing hobby.

You deliberately planned to escape when your husband left for work. You went out through the emergency exit and turned off the power. You got into the car in a hurry and left the house while your husband was away. You frantically checked the documents, the money. Everything that could be useful. Finally, you stopped by to look at the place where you used to live.

Lots of happy memories. Remembering the casual touches, the awkward kisses between Leon and you. Something warmed my soul. You came to the street where you used to live. Walking down the street. You looked at yourself in the reflection of the wind. Emaciated, with a sickly look. And here is the cafe. You shifted your gaze. Leon was pacing next to the girl. As if on a whim, he turned around and looked and stopped as if in a daze, looking at his failed love