The Value of Love by Daria Yakunina

I didn`t mean to hurt his feelings,
- she whispered to herself finally.
Cassie was sitting on the window sill smoking her third cigarette and trying to persuade herself that it was not her fault.
Oh, damn it! This jacket still smells like his favorite perfume, - she added wrapping up in its warmth. – It would be better if he didn`t leave it here last time. At least it would be easier…
She has collected all his stuff she had in her apartment trying to re-create in her memory every day of their pure love to say again and again «I`m sorry! My darling, I`m so sorry! »
Cassie and James have been living together for three years. Starting to date at the university they`ve become inseparable. Sincere and vivid love that is a real dream for every young girl had captured Cassie`s heart from the first days of their relationships. Their feelings were so passionate that it seemed she could write on every wall of the town these desired words «I`ve found the love of my life». Seven years have passed since two beloved decided to combine their lifes into the one. However, Cassie is not extremely excited anymore. Her steadily happy life does not bring her the first-ever emotions and the only permanent feeling she has is the absolute weariness.
It was the midnight when Cassie entered the bar that was already the third one, actually. Her wasted friends have refused her suggestion to continue the party referring to their family responsibilities and the arrears of work to do. Nevertheless she decided to prolong this endless marathon by oneself in spite of the fact that she was already really drunk. One shot, two shots, three shots… The last thing scene she remembered was her random acquaintance with some guy.
A terrible hangover and a phone ring waked Cassie up next morning. She couldn`t realize where she is and what had happened last night. She opened her eyes and saw a small napkin on the floor which was offhandedly saying only three words: «Call me, baby». The phone was still ringing.
Cassie was sitting on the window sill smoking her third cigarette and scrolling up and down the snippets of that night in her mind.
I was just trying to turn back the first-ever emotions, - she whispered sobbing. – I didn`t mean to hurt James’s feelings…