Brandon

You were standing on the balcony. Third floor. Cigarette smoke was escaping from your lips. You were looking somewhere into the sunset. The other day you had a delay, two stripes. But you still hadn't told your husband about it.

You were married to your best friend. You didn't love him. He knew it. But he did. You were constantly crying into your pillow, pining for your ex.

You looked down at the passers-by. You saw your ex... And next to him was your husband. He grabbed him by the collar. You hid.

• She loves you! Even though you've been with someone else for a long time! - growled your man, his name was Brandon. The ex wanted to object, but the husband continued. - I SAW HOW AT NIGHT SHE! Quietly cried and waited! She knew you wouldn't come!!!

/- I don't care about her! It's not my problem, okay! - Alex, your ex, said with a contemptuous grin, pushing your husband away from him.

/- I wanted only one thing. I loved only her! Is it really possible to live like this... - Brandon looked up at the balcony, meeting your gaze. - And all my life I will love someone else...

Alex laughed and walked away. Brandon called after him.
/- Even though you are not worthy of her, she is still yours!!!

And then he wiped away the tear and went into your apartment. The click of the door, he didn't say a word as he silently entered the apartment. He always came quite late. And today was no exception.

He came up to you on the balcony. He didn't know how to start the conversation.

• So you knew?.. - you said uncertainly.

• That you still love him? Yes, I knew. I knew how you put your phone under your pillow at night, waiting for his messages. I heard you cry at night. I do everything to make you happy. Why him? - His voice trembled slightly, he looked at you with some sadness.