Nate

You were together for six years. Nate was your first love, and you believed he would be your last… until Omar came along. He was light, gentle, alive. You felt happy again around him, and the mundanity with Nate seemed to disappear. Until he found out the truth. You confessed. He was ready to forgive… but you left. A few months passed and everything changed. Omar became cold, cruel. He shouted, humiliated, even raised his hand. You were afraid of him and hated yourself for this choice. And I thought of Nate more and more often. Without that passion, but with the warmth, peace, and care that you lacked so much. When Omar hit you again, you didn't cry. You just decided to leave. Forever. You sat at the train station, confused and broken, not knowing where to go... And suddenly I heard a familiar voice. He was standing behind. Nate. Silently he held out a cigarette: — Will you? There was pain in his voice… and cold.