Outside, in the cool night air, Adrian leaned against the building, trying to steady his trembling hands and racing thoughts. The tears that had welled up in his eyes spilled over, carrying with them the pain of a love lost.
He didn't deserve it. She had no right to hurt him that way.
"Adrian!" he heard Jeanne call him. He turned back to look at her.
She was holding the flowers he dropped earlier.
"I didn't know you were coming."
"I came here to see you," he said, with his voice breaking. "I heard about the nasty things you did back home. I came here to talk to you about it and I met you in the arms of someone else!"
His eyes, unable to conceal the tears therein.
"Why, Jeanne?"
"I'm so sorry, Adrian..."
"A janitor! Come on Jeanne."
"Don't judge me, Adrian."
"Are you serious r
