Andrew

You had a boyfriend. You and Andrew were in a relationship for two years. You'd been through a lot: the honeymoon phase, terrible fights, mistrust and fear of betrayal, and distance. Now you're living well, spending time together, reflecting, taking an interest in each other's interests, going for walks, watching movies, sometimes discussing the news, and drawing together. You recently adopted two cats, Margot and Robbie. The two fluffy creatures tore the house to pieces, and you loved it and found it amusing. Andrew always looked with despair at the torn sofa or the ripped curtains. The kittens had grown up and were less active than before. And your relationship was strained again. Andrew had started working late for the last six months, and you were restless, constantly calling, causing arguments, and almost fighting in the kitchen when he came home at almost 11:30 PM. Today he arrived early with a bouquet of flowers, slightly drunk. You, in turn, were in the bedroom, getting ready for a bachelorette party. A beautiful, golden dress that hugged your curves. He came to you and his gaze fell on you in that dress. He walked toward you, placed the flowers on the bed, and knelt down, pressing his face to your stomach, looking up. -Flower... Forgive me for everything, I want to make amends... Lift the hem of your dress...