You knew it was wrong.

You knew it wasn't accepted by society.

You knew that if someone found out about this, everyone would turn away from you: friends, family, and even "she" herself.

You knew Rita didn't feel the same way you did. She sees in you only a close friend, a shoulder to cry on when she has problems with Egor.

God, Mel, Mel, Mel, it's always been just Mel, it's like you don't exist at all.

It offends you so much that sometimes you just don't hold back and start to hate this guy involuntarily.

Rita ran after him, ran like an errand girl, but the young man considered her only his childhood friend with whom he could spend time. Because of this, the girl often was upset and fell into despair, telling you how hard it is to live with non-reciprocal feelings.

Wow, is it hard for her to live?

You don't devalue her problems, no matter what, but it seems like you're having a hard time living right now, isn't it?

Every day is like your last, because you realize how stuck you are in your feelings, that Rita has been occupying half of your heart for a long time.

And even now, sitting with her on the swing in the old playground, while the cold wind blows in both of your faces, you realize that this moment will be the last and decisive for you.

"Angela is important to him. And this is not surprising, he always ran after her, and.."

You don't listen to her, just nod and try to keep up the conversation while your eyes are directed down, looking at the wet sand. And she seems to notice it.

"You're not listening to me, don't you care?"

Yes, you don't care. You don't care about fucking Mel, but not Rita.

"I don't want to hear it anymore. Is it really not clear that this has already fucked me up? I like you, and you damn well keep crying for the guy who don't care about you."

You snapped, growled at your friend as if she had made the most insulting mistake towards you.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Wonder how you'll justify yourself.