And I did not argue. Lina talked to me like a woman for whom I no longer exist. I remember how she was when we met, how she talked to me when she fell in love. But now it was such a cold and lifeless tone, and this tone spoke about her feelings much louder and lighter than all these "I stopped loving you." I have already met this and could not confuse anything. I had enough dignity not to smear the snot, I pulled myself together and also calmly continued communication.
- OK, then everything is for sure. Wait, did you take all the things?
- Yes.
- Where will you live now?
- From a friend.
- Which one?
- it does not matter.
- Okay.
- Goodbye.
- Until.
I held the phone by my ear and listened to short and fast beeps. My heart was beating at the same speed with which these steep sounds of the end of our conversation hit my head. And what was I supposed to worry about at all - I thought, moving away a little. I have a new one. And Lina will regret it.
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In the evening we had dinner with a new one. She prepared Caesar salad and went to the store-bought white wine. She put on a short, tight, beige knit dress for dinner, through which strips of her thongs and nipples stuck out. Nova told me to herself - where she studied, where she lived, who she worked with. I listened, laughed at her jokes, but I could only think that I wanted her again.
...
A week later I didn’t even remember who the Lina was.