“ Shit.”
“ Stop swearing.”
For a moment, she was pondering what to say. Finally, she pulled up her socks and said:
“ We were going out for almost two centuries. We thought we were partners, but then, we started growing apart. There were awkward situations and fights. We decided to take a temporary break from each other, but we never got back together again. Since then, we only talked and 'played' together from time to time when we both need it and that's it.” She made a sign of the quotation mark with her fingers. “And now, he has a partner and I am left with nothing.”
“ You still love him, don't you?” I didn't have to ask her, I simply knew it. She collapsed on the bed next to me.
“I'm not sure if it's 'love', but I used to have someone to hug when I needed to. Trust me, angels also
