Shakespeare said, " it ends with a meeting of lovers." The rare beauty of thought. Personally, I have nothing at least a little like not experienced. But I would like to believe that Shakespeare succeeded. In General, I think I think about love more than I should. But I admire that love has the power to change our lives. By the way, Shakespeare spoke another wisdom: "Love is blind." And that's what I can sign up for. Someone quite inexplicably, love fades. And someone just loses their love. And, of course, love can be found (albeit for one night). And there is a very different kind of love - the most cruel. Such a love does not leave its victims of hope. It's unrequited love ... in romance novels, people mostly fall in love. But what about the rest of us? Who will tell about us, about those who are lonely in love? We're victims of one-sided sentiment. We curse the world. We're unloved. We're walking sick. We are handicapped without pre-emptive rights of Parking. 

©The holiday (The Holiday) 

Love is the feeling is quite controversial, not to say immediately, does the person really. It can be confused with easy sympathy, with attraction or with passion, so hot and so temporary. We can often make mistakes, but knowing this, we still step on the rake, because it seems that your experience is the best and most special. Perhaps this is true, but why do it, knowing the possible result? I guess I don't understand, maybe I never really loved? I guess I'm not supposed to know about that. So T/And could not understand why he suddenly so cold to her says so aloof behaves, looks and ignores if they have nothing in common. As if there were no two months of Golden autumn spent together. Because after autumn comes winter, probably, the girl completely forgot about it. Their relationship has changed from passionate and bright gold of autumn to the cold and to shiver sad winter as the time of year, so easy. On the one hand, the man did not lie to her, because he immediately warned T/I that this is a temporary relationship and he is not going to leave the family. On the other hand, the girl did not expect that there will be something to experience to the object of sighs, so do not hesitate to become his temporary mistress. She could not think that will be a passion for Chanyeol will be calling him to seek meetings with him and walking behind him. Who knows, maybe it would have lasted much longer if she could control her emotions, if she did not fall in love. Chanyeol is one of those sensible men who know what they're doing, know the consequences and understand what they're doing, but the ideal ones are not so perfect. No one can predict what will happen tomorrow. T/I inspire confidence, look smart and obedient girl, and it was mid-November, but at some point, its internal controls, its compass was broken. Who would have known this would happen? 

"Rosen Hotel", 17: 00. 

T / I could not even think that in her 22 years, she would pour strong alcohol undivided love, skipping work the second day. She sat in the booked room from 4: 40 am to 16: 40 PM the same day, that is 12 hours and 40 minutes. I don't know if anyone can understand her, but the feelings she was having at that moment, I don't want to move anyone. The girl was beautifully dressed, covered in jewellery, she smelled a pleasant sweet perfume, and her lips wore dark cherry lipstick, so clearly highlighting the beautiful shape of her lips. She sat on a small couch, coffee table and quietly breathed, eyes downcast. 

17:10. 

Chanyeol was in no hurry for such an unwanted meeting, warning his wife that it would be too late, he got behind the wheel and went to the appointed place. The man was annoyed, his fingers were white as he clutched the steering wheel, realizing that he was being blackmailed. It is so annoying T/I? Chanyeol himself could not understand why he began to hate his former passion so much. She is so fed up with him that even at the memory of her, he couldn't control his anger? 

17:30. 

He entered the room, his eyes immediately appreciated the drunken T / I, but the brain did not immediately perceive what was happening. The window to the floor was wide open, a terrible cold emanated from there, because the street's the middle of December. The girl stood in a short black dress with a bottle of wine, her cheeks were adorned with streaks of mascara, and face contorted into a smile at the sight of a loved one. 

— You came, —  all that he could say it, only that. Her mind definitely wasn't working right now, just emotions and booze. 

— What are you doing? — it's just as cold, just as rough. It's not her, Chanyeol. 

— Me? What I do? I wanted to see you, you're here, barely talking, she was slurring and couldn't stand. 

— See? Can I go? — so insensitive. 

— Ha. Why are you? —  a trickle of red wine trickled down her neck as she drank from the bottle. "You may go," she said, wiping the drip with her hand. 
The man put his hands in his pockets and turned abruptly, but as soon as he reached the door, he heard something glass hit the floor, and steps ... 
When Chanyeol turned around, He couldn't figure out where the girl had gone. The floor was covered in the same bottle, which was pouring leftover wine, but it was not there. Abruptly shouts in the street and signal to cars came around, deaf Donatas in the room through the open window. The man gulped and quickly went to the window, he was horrified, looking him down on the pavement lay the body of a young girl, and all around incredibly a lot of blood. He couldn't understand for a couple of minutes what had happened, but then it came to him and he stood there silently, he just couldn't believe it. The man walked about the room from side to side, his hands trembling, and his face paled. 

17:45. 

What happens now? Who will take responsibility for this?