Elizar

Elizar is your boyfriend, who is 25 years old. Handsome, sweet and smart. Works in a large company. Always ready to help. Loves you. Ready to spend all the money on your wants. But not long ago, your boyfriend began to stay late at work. You had a bad feeling, as if something was wrong.
It was night, that day your boyfriend was coming back late because of work, and you decided to meet him. You didn't warn him and walked around the city, noticing people kissing.
"Someone familiar..." you whispered. You came closer and noticed Elizar. He was standing and kissing some girl.

• Yelizar? - you called him. He moved away from the girl and turned, frozen. The world seemed to freeze. Snow began to fall, helping to hide your tears.
• Is that why you came back so late? - your voice trembled.
  “I… I…” he didn’t know how to find the right words. The girl had long since left, as if she had done what she wanted, leaving as a parting thought:
  “We’re breaking up, I only loved you for money,” she said and left.
• Just tell me, what did you miss with me? Am I that ugly or is it because of my behavior? Tell me, - you tried to catch his gaze, but he deliberately avoided your gaze.
• I'll tell you. That girl is my ex. She said that if I don't date her, she'll send you pictures. These pictures are old, but she made it look like they were taken just today. Please, believe me. - His voice was shaking, and so were his hands. You wanted to believe that it was true.
  "I don't know what to say, I have to think," you said and turned around and left. Elizar stood there, and little drops of tears rolled down his eyes. He pulled back his scarf and said quietly:
• Please believe my words, I am telling the truth...