I Don't Know Yet (Part 1)

It's a story that will never end... It tells of those erased by time...

Perhaps they'll meet again in a lonely city, perhaps they'll find the day they lost their happiness, perhaps they'd missed each other and gone their separate ways...

The hour of separation was inexorably approaching. Faster and faster, time slipped away, and her

thoughts were lost. She no longer knew how to tell him. She bustled around the room, trying to organize her thoughts, to remember the sentence she'd been crafting for the past three hours. But in vain. Her thoughts were wandering elsewhere. She could see his face when he heard what she had to say. He'd be angry, but at the same time, she'd see in him the regret, the immense remorse that would overwhelm her later. She was shaken. So many beautiful moments spent together, so many unforgettable experiences, shared experiences...

She finally sat down in the armchair, resigned. She knew she'd delay it again. She was running away from it. But someday, she'd have to tell him. That moment would come, sooner or later. He'd finally see what he feared.

Today he was supposed to come again. As usual, on Saturday, he'd taken her to a disco. He had a car, his parents were at the checkout, giving him everything he dreamed of, and by the way, her too. She had a good relationship with him, but it still wasn't enough.

"Money can't buy love," she whispered, standing at the window, watching him enter the yard. He was getting closer and closer. She lowered her head, took a deep breath. She began her role. She moved away from the window and stood in front of the closet. She pretended, as usual, that she didn't know what to wear. He entered the room.

"Hi, honey," he said, approaching her. He kissed her cheek. "You don't know what to wear again, do you?" he laughed. He reached over her shoulder into the closet, pressing his face to her cheek. "I love you, you know?" he said, as if to stop her, as if he knew what he was planning. Her heart began to beat faster. She exhaled loudly and smiled

. "I know," she said, feigning happiness. "

Here you go." He handed her the pink dress he really liked. He kissed her cheek again. She went to the bathroom. She dressed, lined the outer corners of her eyes with black pencil, applied black mascara, and applied raspberry lip gloss. She put on pink stiletto ballet flats. She pulled down her dress and left. She quickly entered the room. She walked to the shelf and sprayed his perfume on her body. She combed her hair back. She turned to face him and smiled.

"I see you're ready.

" "Yes."

He stepped closer to her and smiled at her. He placed his hands on her hips, seductively covered by the flowing, sexy dress. He looked deeply into her eyes and gently touched her lips. He slid his hand down her body until he took her hand.

"Let's go," he said after a moment, leading her to the door. Her heart was pounding. It was beating like crazy, she didn't know if from pain or the excitement he had evoked in her. She hadn't felt that feeling for a long time. She had already doubted that she didn't love him. She continued walking happily. She was the luckiest girl. The boy she'd never had enough of, being rich, was also one of the most handsome guys in town. Faithful like no other. He loved her beyond all measure. He was willing to give his life for her. Girls were crazy about him, but he ignored them. "

Here we are, Baby," he said, stopping the car in the parking lot in front of the best disco in town. He got out first. He walked up to his partner's door and opened it. She stuck one foot out slightly, then the other. He offered her his hand. She squeezed it as she got out of the car. A group of guys stood at the club's entrance. They were already a bit tipsy, flirtatious. She felt a slight sense of fear, and her grip tightened. He looked at her with a smile that assured her safety. She didn't know why, walking past this group of boys, she felt a pang in her heart. One of them was her ex-boyfriend. He was looking after her. She saw hatred and regret in his eyes. She lowered her gaze, not wanting to see his face.

"Why do I hurt like this?!" she thought.

They approached the bar where her boyfriend's group was standing.

"Our Romeo and his Juliette showed up!" said the boy in the navy blue sweatshirt.

"Olek, don't mock me!"

"Hi, Marcin." Another friend offered his hand

. " Hi.

" They danced together, and Marcin went to smoke a cigarette, leaving her with his best friend.

"Sylwia..." the friend said quietly.

"Yes? "

"You're beautiful...

" "Heh..." she smiled at him. "Thanks. You're nice.

" "I'm not nice, I'm telling the truth."

He sat down next to her. Sylwia felt a little awkward; she knew Marcin would be back soon.

"Come with me." He offered her his hand. She looked at him questioningly. "Don't be afraid, there's nothing to be afraid of with me." She shook his hand and stood up. He led her behind him. They walked quickly. They reached a door, which he opened. He led her inside the room. She sat down on the bed.

"It's nice here," she said, still smiling.

"I know, honey." He sat down next to her. He placed his hand on her thigh. She didn't protest; she'd already had a few pints of beer. The alcohol was taking its toll. She looked deep into his eyes.

"Radek, don't you have a girlfriend?"

"No, I don't." He drew closer and closer to her.