love has many names part 4

When Amelia left Krakow, she had two pieces of news for Filip. Well, now things had changed dramatically. It was possible she had found her real father, or rather, discovered who he was, because Jerzy had appeared in her life more than once over the past three years. A taxi arrived at the dorm. Filip didn't know she was coming, so she was very curious about his reaction. From what he had said during their last phone conversation, he would spend the entire weekend cramming for upcoming exams. She handed the document to the officer on duty and headed towards the room she remembered well from her last stay there. She entered the room without knocking because she could hear a rustling sound, indicating the presence of Filip or Adam, her boyfriend's roommate. What she saw was terrifying.

Filip wasn't pleased at all, quite the opposite, "Oh my God, he just slept with some chick," she thought, nervously trying to gather her thoughts.

"Filip...Filip, what have you done...Oh my God...I can't believe it," she whispered frantically, looking but seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing

. "Amelia, listen, I'll explain everything to you," the boy shouted, trying to free himself from the grip of the girl sleeping next to him.

"There's no need to explain, my mother was telling the truth. I'm too naive, but I loved you, and you know, you don't deserve my love. You're just a jerk." Tearfully, she slammed the door and ran.

"Amelia, Amelia, please wait," she heard her boyfriend's voice coming from behind the door—her ex-boyfriend, she thought, and sobbed harder.

She looked terrible, her olive complexion much paler than usual, which highlighted her large violet eyes, which now gleamed like colorful stained-glass windows with tears. Her lips were full, as if made for kissing; now, instead of a lovely pinkish-red color, they were the color of her skin, practically imperceptible. Her raven-black hair was slowly curling, soaking her tear-stained face.

She ran down the street until she reached a park about half an hour from the dorm. She sat on a bench, tucking her legs under her, as if on a train ride, and burst into tears again. She didn't mind the passersby who looked at her fondly. She probably didn't even see them, as her head was hidden between her bent knees. She had been sitting and sobbing like that for at least an hour when suddenly someone placed a hand on her shoulder. She jerked to the side, refusing to talk to anyone.

"Are you okay?"