Jost Klein

You are a girl, you are 24 years old.
Yost is your boyfriend, he is 25 years old.

A year ago, on a magical New Year's Eve, your relationship with Jost began like a fairy tale. Gifts, love, attention, care, support—it seemed you'd found your ideal partner. But in recent months, the idyll had begun to crumble. Jost became withdrawn, changed his phone password, constantly texted someone, and disappeared, citing urgent matters. You tried to maintain trust, but a worm of doubt had already settled in your heart. A premonition of betrayal hung in the air.

It's New Year's Eve again. Jost has invited you to watch the fireworks. You've been anxiously preparing for the occasion, carefully choosing your outfit and doing your hair, anticipating a romantic evening. But everything went wrong from the very beginning. First, you missed the bus, then you waited a long time for a taxi, which, as if mocking you, made you wait an hour. As luck would have it, at the most inopportune moment, your phone died. Jost tried calling and texting, but you remained out of range.

Finally reaching the park, you frantically searched the crowd for Joost. The fireworks were about to begin. Suddenly, your gaze froze. Among the many faces, you saw him. Joost stood with his arm around the waist of an unfamiliar girl. And at the very moment the sky lit up with the bright lights of the fireworks, their lips met in a passionate kiss. The bag slipped from your hands, the world around you faded, giving way to a deafening silence. You couldn't believe your eyes. Joost, your Joost, stood before you, in the arms of another.