Boyfriend's Underwear was Broadcast Live!

I returned to my home.

My parents were traveling, so the huge house was empty.

In the middle of the night, I was woken up by the persistent ringing of my cell phone.

I saw eight missed calls on the screen, all from Julian.

And then there was the torrent of texts.

[Baby, where are you? I can explain!]

[Why did you pack everything?]

[Trust me baby, I love you.]

[Baby, can you please answer the phone? Please, give me a chance to explain.]

[I haven't been in touch with my ex. And I'll talk to Kevin.]

[Don't we have so much to do together? Baby, you can't leave me now.]

[...]

I turned off my phone.

I didn't want to waste my time listening to lies I already knew.

Early the next morning, Julian, who was leaning against my door, almost fell down when I opened it.

His clothes were all wrinkled and his face looked visibly tired.

Probably was here all night.

Seeing me, he straightened himself.

"Baby, you're up. Are you hungry? I'll get some breakfast."

"I talked to Kevin. He'll behave from now."

"And that necklace you like, I sent someone to look for it abroad. It should be here next week."

I ignored him and kept walking.

Turned out he did know what I wanted.

Why then did it take a breakup for him to take action?

He pulled me in, rubbing his brows tiredly.

"Don't you want to say anything? I told you, it's all a misunderstanding, so stop being mad for nothing, okay?"

As he spoke, his voice started to sound like he was about to cry.

"I really don't want to break up..."

I walked silently, while he followed closely behind.

After walking a few dozen meters, I stopped to ask him a question, half-smiling.

"I'm going to meet a friend, do you want to come?"

He paused for a moment, then nodded nervously.

He was afraid I would disappear again.

I said nothing and let him follow.

Because I needed him for what came next.