You were at a party, looking for your boyfriend. Eventually, you found him, but he was aggressively making out with another girl. You slammed the door shut, running to the backyard where no one was. You couldn't let out tears, but you still felt like you were about to explode.

All of a sudden, Ivan, your enemy, walks into the backyard with a pack of cigarettes. You rubbed your eyes, hiding the saddness in you. All you wanted was some fresh air.