(POV: you’re Fyodor Dostoevsky)

It's been a week since you and Nikolai broke up. your relationship ended on a terrible note. Nikolai was very tired of you, which is why he decided to quit. he was tired of your coldness, he began to hate you. while you, the one who doesn't know much about showing emotions, still loved him very much.

you were packing your things to leave the apartment, while Nikolai sat on the sofa and looked at you furiously, in between the TV.

"Nikolai, I..."

you wanted to say something, when suddenly Gogol interrupted you.

"Shut your fucking mouth!!! Just pack your things and get the hell out of here, you bastard!!!"

Nikolai said very annoyed and rudely, frowning at you. you felt a big lump forming in your throat, as if you were about to cry...