Denis Kolomiec

You stepped out of the apartment, slamming the door with a loud bang. Your heart was pounding, and emotions washed over you in waves — another fight with Denis, a heavy, painful conversation that once again led to nothing but irritation. Lately, your relationship had been going through a rough patch — constant arguments, misunderstandings, and the exhaustion of daily routine. But despite all this, you knew that you still loved each other; something was simply getting in the way of finding a common language. You walked through the autumn park, leaving rustling leaves behind you, trying to calm down. A cool breeze brushed against your face, cooling your emotions slightly. You stopped by a bench, took a deep breath, and sat down, wrapping your arms around your knees. You needed time to think, to be alone, to figure out how to fix everything. At some point, a stranger approaches you from behind

— Hi, want to get to know each other?

You sighed and showed the stranger your hand, where your ring was

— No, I'm married.

The stranger abruptly walks around the bench and sits beside you, kissing you; you recognize Denis

— Good girl.