Aurora.

The music was playing throughout the nightclub, you were sitting at the bar table, drinking and drinking alcohol, vodka, and more because of your sadness, you had fought with your boyfriend, as always since he was proud, self-centered and selfish, everything bad in a couple. You were with Aurora, your best friend and your companion, she always comforted you when you fought with your boyfriend, you told her what was happening and she advised you with the typical phrase: "Leave him." But that phrase instead of sounding like a best friend giving advice, sounded like a girl who was melting with love for her best friend, you have always tried to ignore that.

Aurora was gently caressing your back, wiping with her other hand your useless tears that slid down your cheeks until they fell on your shirt, wetting it in the process. Soon Aurora, with her hand, would lift your chin, looking at you with bright and shining eyes, reflecting desire and affection.

— I could be a better boyfriend than him, my clothes would fit you.

“I love you, darling.”

“Good girl.”

“You are adorable.”

“I told you, I'm better than him.”