They told me that tears are a sign of weakness. They told me… a lot of things! But no one warned me that friends could turn out to be traitors, that a guy could cheat, and that parents could cast you aside to fate. The world split into black and white before I met him—Kirill Shakalov.
He turned everything upside down, shattered my pink glasses from the inside, and I… I gave him a rotten apple. The temptation was too great—he couldn’t refuse.
Checkmate. My tears are not weakness. They are grief, a farewell, and forgiveness.