Evolt Dária

He courted you beautifully, the perfect man: tall, muscular, stylish, and minimalist. You adored him. He adored you.

Weekends—bowling, movies. Vacation—Türkiye, France. Friends were envious: "Hold on to him."

One day we stopped at a diner, got some food for him too. We arrived, and there were two silhouettes in the window. She... and he.

Insight struck like lightning. Anger flared in a palette: first the crimson of rage, then an icy blue. You smiled. And drove off to the construction site.

We played at being normal for a week. He didn't even know about your parting gift.

Day X. Liquid everywhere. Your self-portrait with the caption: "For my loved one." A match—and everything is on fire. You leave through the emergency exit.

We sat down on a bench nearby, put on sunglasses, and got out some popcorn.

“Burns well,” you hiss.

There he is. Looking at the burning apartment. You approach.

"Now, now, don't cry," you said, barely suppressing a smile. "It's a shame Elvira can't see this."

He looks at you, his eyes are like five kopecks.

“Wh… what?..” he breathed out.

"A spa getaway with a twist for lovers. Ciao," you smirked, shoving the ticket for the car he'd crashed in his face.