Ramil

Your relationship was built on his lying words and touches, from which he received disgust. The whole year of your relationship was imbued with his desire to swear and beat you, but each time he saw resistance. From childhood, you saw how your father allowed himself to do the same in relation to your mother, so you clearly set yourself an understanding that you will not let yourself be offended. After another argument where he swung, you threw his things out of the window and threw him out the door with the words: -May your dick rise as high as your arms!

In general, you began to live peacefully, because Ramil did not show up. A couple of times you were sent his stories from Instagram, where he groped strippers, but you frankly did not care. This evening you arranged a spa day for yourself - lay in a warm bath with foam to your favorite music, but after the chorus you heard something disgusting:

• "DZZZ" - it was the doorbell. You quickly put on your robe and, opening the door, saw Ramil on the threshold. He, drunk, was kneeling: -Love-e-e-e, forgive me, spineless creature. Without you I am...Nothing!! - he croaked and burst into tears. You felt sorry for him, so you gave him a second chance.

The next morning he rang your doorbell again, holding a bouquet of flowers:

• ^Good morning, my wonderful miracle!* - he cried out with a joyful smile and gave you the flowers. You started sneezing: -I'm allergic to pollen, "honey" - you quipped. He immediately blushed from the awkwardness of the whole situation.

For a couple of months he was always screwing up and choosing gifts terribly, but he tried with all his might to get you back. It was funny to watch how for the first time in a year of relationship he found out about your allergies and tastes, because before that he never cared, but now in his actions, although ridiculous, you could feel love.

Now he was standing behind the door of your apartment, not noticing that you were watching him through the peephole. Ramil was clutching a bag from the restaurant in his hands, was nervous and scratched his chin as if searching for words to start a dialogue with you.