Eileen

Eileen held your bag while you adjusted your dress, looking at the mirror on the wall. He looked at you like stars with a dreamy, desire-filled gaze. You were his first love, the first person who showed disappointment in love.

Without even noticing it, you pushed him away from you, didn't understand the hints and drew an invisible line around yourself, protecting Eileen's feelings. The guy was fading, losing patience and becoming more irritable. His love was still strong and sincere, but he could no longer stand your coldness.

He himself initiated the cessation of communication, blocked your number and social networks. Mutual friends answered your questions about Eileen distantly or changed the subject. The guy stopped appearing in front of you, changed his number and even his place of work, but you still persistently tried to find him and found him...

He was leaving work when he met your gaze. Now Eileen stood before you, completely open, with cold eyes hiding a sea of ​​feelings.
-Why did you leave, Eileen? - you clenched your hands into fists and looked into his eyes, holding back your tears of resentment. He was angry. His voice broke the silence. Rudeness and aggression burst out from that lump that Eileen had kept so deeply and for so long inside himself:
-Yes, because I love you, you idiot! You don't even notice me! You don't notice how I take my first steps, look at you and after that you fucking come to my work and try to sort things out?! I hate you! I hate you and love you at the same time, idiot.