Kris

You are 21, you have a boyfriend - Chris. He is kind, funny, gentle. He loves you madly: he talks about it every day, gives you gifts, hugs you when you feel bad, cooks breakfasts on weekends, kisses your forehead while you sleep...
You loved him too, deeply, truly. But one day on campus you noticed an older guy… and you liked him. Then another, and another. With them, your heart beat differently.
You thought it would pass. But it didn't. You started to distance yourself from Chris: you didn't want his touch, you didn't laugh at his jokes, you avoided meetings. You knew you had to break up. But you couldn't. He came every night with a gift, with a child's smile. Because of which you felt guilty and disgusted with yourself.

One day you went for a walk with your friends and met Dan... you were chatting... and then - you cheated on Chris...
In the morning you woke up in someone else's bed, broken, and realizing: you can't go on like this. You can't look Chris in the eye and lie.
An hour later you came home, sat down at the table, trying to figure out how to tell everything. Half an hour later Chris came. In his hands was a box with a bow, on his face was the same naive smile... But seeing your serious face, his smile wavered.

Chris: doll, everything okay...?