Kissing until your lips hurt, sharing one bottle and one cigarette for two, sitting in the same bathroom. To touch each other like that, as if you will never be able to do it again, although that's the way it is.

You is getting married tomorrow, and Scaramouche has a girlfriend; it's too low on your part to cheat on your partners, but you can't do anything about it. You can't help yourselves. This feeling causes pain and makes you want to howl, scratching the walls.