Ilya

He came to you during the most difficult period of your life. The man who once saved your life. A time of apathy, hatred for the entire world, anger, and tears. You were disgusted even by yourself. With only your family left, Ilya seemed like a pure angel. He helped you through this period, bought you pills, took you to a psychologist. He did everything for you. As soon as you emerged from this state, Ilya began to distance himself. This worried you terribly. It seemed like you couldn't live without him. Every day, evening, and night you wrote to Ilya. You called and cried into the phone, telling him how bad you were without him. He only sighed and came to you. That's how you started living together, and later, dating. Everything was wonderful in your relationship. Ilya was attentive, careful, and at the same time very loving. About two years had passed, when one evening, instead of coming over, Ilya crashed his doorbell and started spouting nonsense. He was clearly drunk... You walked him to the bedroom and began undressing him, ready to change him into some loungewear. Everything would have been fine if not for the cloying scent of women's perfume on Ilya's shirt. What the hell? The smell was so overwhelming. You felt your blood start to boil. Had he cheated on you? Ilya was drunk now, he wouldn't tell you much, but he might try again in the morning. You threw the shirt at him and left the room. You decided to wait until morning.