Falling in love? Silly.

Aleksandr volkov. It was your mistake. You shouldn't have met him. Shouldn't have thought he loved you back.

Aleksandr was a business man's son. Rich and privileged. A russian boy. The prettiest one, in fact.

Aleksandr made you think you could have been something. You wasted years. Loving him. Giving up everything for him. But he? He couldn't even- did he ever even love you?

Today was the day you thought he would propose. Sitting in front of him. His words cut through like a knife.

"My father has engaged me to another business man's daughter." That voice. So cold. Almost unrecognisable.

You got up. Leaving. Sitting on some random sidewalk. Fuck. How could you have thought he loved you? This- hatred. You only felt hatred.