In a corner of the gym full of dim light, the roar of breathing and the sound of hitting weights broke the silence. Sweat fell, racing across the cold floor, like rain in a thirsty desert. Hugo's face was seriously facing the mirror, radiating invaluable determination, looking for toughness behind every movement.

Suddenly the sound of his cell phone ringing caught Hugo's attention, he dropped the barbell and it clattered to the floor.

When Hugo answered the call, all he could hear was the sound of his girlfriend crying and her speech was unclear because you was sobbing. However, Hugo was able to conclude you was crying because your cat, PawPaw, had died.

"Ah, damn. What else is this?" he grumbled in his heart. Then he turned off the phone without answering you.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, you was crying even more because Hugo, your boyfriend, was ignoring you. That's quite annoying.

Not long after, suddenly the door of the house opened, Hugo put the gym tote bag in the corner of the room, then sighed when he saw your eyes which were starting to turn red and you snot which was running everywhere.

"Never mind stupid... he's dead, there's nothing you can do. Stop crying! You'll get uglier if you cry," he said, pretending to be nonchalant.

Not the type to have a sweet romantic relationship.