"Who is this? Did you have a good night?" Filip asked teasingly. "It definitely was, why did I come here, you're just an ordinary [...]"*.
"I don't know why you came here, but I think you'll go now," she said in an icy voice. "And as for what you think of me, I'm absolutely not interested, you're the last person who can accuse me of such things.
" "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me who this guy is, hmm, do I smell coffee?" he asked cheekily and wanted to go inside, but Wiktor blocked his way.
"Didn't you hear what she said to you?" Wiktor grimaced, ready to punch him.
"I don't care, I won't let you hit on my girlfriend," he said, pushing Wiktor against the counter and entering the apartment.
"Listen, Filip, first of all, I'm not yours." Girl, secondly, no one's hitting on me here, and even if it's you, it should interest
you. "Are you kidding, honey? I love you, how can you ignore me like that? I don't understand you," he shouted at her and leaned in as if to kiss her, but she deftly pulled away. "Do
you love me? You love me? Please don't mock me here," she hissed angrily. "I think you loved me even when you were in bed with that...that[..]*"—
but honey, that was a long time ago and it's not true. "
Don't even come near me, what do you think? I'll forgive you for coming to you with the great news that we're having a baby and finding you with someone else. "A
baby? But that's impossible!! Now we have to be together even more for our little one," he said, pleased with the turn of events
. "No way, forget it, besides, the baby's gone, I lost it." "
Honey, I'm so sorry," he said. He tried to hug her, but she struggled away.
Wiktor, who had been watching the whole incident angrily, now reacted sharply: "Let her go and never touch her again, do you understand?" he growled, and as the words flowed down the wall, the boy lunged at him and wanted to hit him.
"Viktor, you're crazy!" Amelia shouted, trying to separate them, but she didn't know whose side to take. "Enough of this! If you're going to fight, then please, but not in front of me and not in my apartment. And now I'm begging you, Wiktor, leave me alone with Filip because we need to have a proper talk," she said sharply and firmly. The boy stared at her, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing and whether his hearing was failing him. He got up from the ground where he was currently lying, took his jacket from the hanger, and left. Before he closed the door behind him, however, he added, "I remembered that you could work as a secretary in a well-paid company. I was going to tell you this over breakfast, but... I'll call you tomorrow and give you the number... goodbye, Amelia," he said sadly and left. It was a terrible blow; Amelia felt as if the boy was saying goodbye. with her forever and as if they would never see each other again. It was a terrible feeling, but she couldn't run after him because Filip was standing in her hall.
"Breakfast? After a passionate night?" Filip laughed artificially.
"Listen, we have nothing to talk about, I will never be with you, we are in the past now
." "But we were so happy, we fit together like no other." "
You're right, we were happy, but you ruined that happiness. You managed it like nothing else in your life, and you know what, I'm grateful to you for showing me what a jerk you are in time
."
"But..." "There are no buts, don't bother me anymore because I don't have the strength to argue with you about whether we fit together or not, it's not important at this point, I wouldn't be able to trust you anymore, and the foundation of every relationship is trust," she said coldly and showed the door. Filip left, albeit reluctantly. She sat down, leaning her back against the wall, and cried. She wanted If Wiktor were here, he would surely take her in his arms and comfort her now. She herself had caused the loss of someone so close to her. It was good that he had mentioned this company; she would have an excuse to contact him, if she dared, of course. However, she was afraid that he would no longer want to spend time with her, that he wouldn't even want to talk to her on the phone. She needed him so much; she didn't know why she had become so dependent on him; every thought of her was whirling until she reached her destination: him.
"I have to be strong," she thought. "He taught me that, and I won't waste it just because I let Filip surprise me." She was proud that she had remembered another fragment of her past. The doctor during her hospital stay had said that she might have memory loss caused by an aversion to memories, as if she had deliberately erased those bad memories. Indeed, they were, and now she knew the doctor was right. Amelia had the whole day ahead of her, and she wasn't going to waste it asking herself questions like "what if?" She dressed in comfortable jeans and a blue sweatshirt that looked beautiful on her, and went for a walk with Sara. She walked through the residential streets, then came out onto the main street of the city, which led to a park where she could sit. She walked and thought about the recent events in her life. Suddenly, the road a car hit her, her heart howled with pain
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