She nervously rocks the baby in her arms, and at this time he collects his things and loads them into the car. He left, the shelves were empty, and the neighbor’s steps on the entrance and the slamming of the front doors made you flinch every time, suggesting that it was he who had returned. The endless ocean of claims and the irresistible desire of everyone to convey their point of view culminated in a huge scandal with further assault. Nobody wanted this outcome. And she doesn’t feel pain because her whole face is burning. Suffering formed within itself, since he still hit, although he promised never to do so. Promises are promises, but sometimes emotions play a cruel joke on people, pushing them to inexplicable and sometimes cruel actions. Well, the choice has been made. The bridges have been burned, as is usually assumed in such situations. "Hope dies last". No matter how offensive it is, they both scroll through each other’s social networks, check statuses, see likes and whether they have added friends. The wounds are still quite fresh. She is in a lull, and he has +1 friend, a beautiful girl unknown to the two of them. My breathing stopped. You can't fool a woman's intuition. It wasn’t even necessary to carry out any “search” work to determine the fact of their communication with each other. Having sent her pride to the other end of the earth, she dials him on the phone with trembling hands. Screaming, heartbreaking requests... But he is not bowed down, although he himself loves her madly... Now he would scream at the top of his lungs, but behind the wall is the fruit of their once true and strong love. For her, correspondence is like betrayal, and for him, it’s a temporary lightning rod without any hints of a meeting. The classic result. He asks to return, he understands everything and does not deny the fact of correspondence, for which he, in principle, is not the least bit ashamed. This is his reinforced concrete and irrefutable opinion. And for her - cruel betrayal. One can philosophize for a long time about whether she is too categorical. After all, there is an opinion that love always wins. Each person sets for himself his own limits of what is permitted, his own threshold level of “criticality”. But you shouldn’t go too far either.