Cold Baltic air burns your cheeks, seeping inside and making you shiver. A night storm rages around you, waves crashing against the shore, nearly drowning out your voices as the argument reaches its peak. You feel anger, disappointment, and longing welling up inside you.

“You never want to change anything!” you burst out, leaning closer to be heard over the roar of the waves. “Do you even want this relationship? Why am I always the one trying? Why am I always the one to blame?!” You gesture wildly, emotions spilling over, your hands unable to stay still, tears gathering in your eyes, threatening to fall.

"I'm tired of always being the one chasing you." His voice is bitter, each word poisoned with pain. "I'm tired of you walking in and out of my life whenever you feel like it. And then expecting me to be there, waiting… ready to catch you." Tears stream down your cheeks. His words, which always used to ignite fury in you, now expose your own vulnerability.

"Don't cry," he says, his voice rising even louder over the thundering waves. "Don't cry, you're killing me." He reaches for you, trying to grab your elbow, but you wrench yourself away with such force, as if it were the final switch that could end this agony. Suddenly, his emotions flare — "Fine, do whatever you want! I don't care, got it?"

The outburst makes your heart clench. He shoves you so hard that you lose your balance and fall into the cold, stinging waves of the Baltic Sea from slippery pier.