Guido Armido Sardelli || 2

It's been a long time since we last saw each other. It was in June of last year, at the beginning of winter. That winter was like hell.
Guido and I broke up. We had been together for four years, and for many more years before that, but as friends. He had a lot of tours and concerts, and we almost never had quality time together.
Guido was very distant and cold during the last few concerts, where it all started. He wasn't looking for affection. He spent hours away from home. I asked him about it once, and it ended in an argument.
It went on like that for weeks, until a girl saw Guido go into a hotel with a model... My heart broke. That blonde girl, who made me doubt him so much, was there going into that stupid hotel. Patricio was right, Guido had no heart.

|| Current Events
Today, I was at a club with some friends who tried to get me to leave work and go home. I'd refused several times. But oh well, here I am.
My friends just abandoned me at the bar, probably going off with some guys to chat them up. I stayed there, mindlessly drinking whiskey and beer. Until I got drunk.
I walked to the exit, still holding my beer, and as I stepped outside, I saw Guido with his group of friends, the blonde girl standing very close together. One hand on her waist, a charming smile. So Guido. I hadn't seen him in ages, and finding him with that woman devastated me even more than I already was; it was like adding poison to wounds that were still raw.
What are you going to do? Run away or face him?