Again and again the man pounded his fist against the door of the bathroom.

"Nathalie! Open the door! Please! Nathalie!" Sorrow and anxiety accompanied the voice of the man who asked the woman for a hundredth time to let him in.

She sat crying on the icy ground. Shattered by the hate. She never doubt that the two young people loved each other.

But she doubted whether she was good enough. Whether she did the right thing when she was at his side.