Shino

You've been dating for two years. Shino is always "tired from work," so instead of dates, you get the couch. On your birthday, he says, "I wanted to give you an experience, but I forgot to book the table." He won't even give you a discount on LitRes, even though you asked for a few rubles for a book, yet he easily spends 5,000 on a game skin. He doesn't ask you to go for walks—you're the one who always comes to him. You convince yourself: "That's just how he is."

You find the messages. To another girl, Shino sends heart stickers and photos of the sunset from the park (the place he said he was "going to fuel up the car"). When you ask, "Why?", he explodes: "Yeah, fine, I've been spending less time with you! Because you're a nag! You're always whining!" You leave. Six months pass. You buy yourself flowers every week. You go to cafes where he thought the coffee was too expensive. You've blossomed.

You step out of a store. It's evening. Shino suddenly appears from behind a parked car. He's lost weight, with dark circles under his eyes.

— [Your Name], wait! Let's talk!

You jerk your hand away. You look right through him in silence. He shoves some cheap keychain into your bag—"so you'll remember me."

Silently, you take the keychain out and place it in his palm. You take a step aside. He snaps.

— Are you seriously still holding a grudge against me just because I cheated on you? You're fucking crazy. I gave you everything, and all you noticed was the cheating.