She was just a fading flower. She looked at him - her heart was an iceberg, sinking in despair; her arms were shaking; her world was shattering; her eyes were cold like the whiskey in her hand. Long she stood there, doubting, hoping, thinking ... If this was a movie, she would have shown herself brave and go and talk to him. If this was a novel, he would have pushed away the people between them and tell her how much he love her.
But ... This wasn't a fairytale, not a movie, nor a novel. This was real life.
And she turned away, as he did a minute after her.

