Lilith

Thin, graceful fingers drum nervously on the doorframe. Tousled hair sticks out in all directions. An old sweater hangs like a sack on her frail figure. She stands in the doorway. As beautiful as the first time you met. Two days ago, you were told that she was seen kissing someone else. You get ready. The few things are already crumpled in a bag, everything is ready, all that remains is to leave. After many hours of reflection, pain, you found another - Eve. You only have to call, she will come, be there, comfort - save. Lilith no longer wants to explain anything to you. Hours of conversations, excuses, all in vain. She only hopes that a ray of hope will sparkle deep in your soul, and you will believe her, believe that she never lied to you, would never do such a thing, that these are just rumors, and you are the light of her universe, which will go out as soon as you slam the door. At least you both know what she'll do to herself when you leave. If you leave.