Strange how fast the atmosphere could change with the help of just a few simple words. And yet that was the reality of the world that she had come to understand, a reality that she already despised more than anything. Was there nothing constant in this life? Was no one going to stand behind their words no matter what? No, that was just in the movies and she would have to start waking up from her fantasies already. Hence, as David pulled her in for a kiss, she dodged his embrace by turning her face away from him. He said something about wishing she could understand, yada yada. The decision had been all his, so why was he wishing that they could still make things work when he had intentionally broken their relationship?<br/><br/>Of course, she decided not to say anything. Nadia didn't want to start an argument at this point, as it would achieve nothing but tears and screaming. The situation was already bad enough. She watched wordlessly as he walked out of the door and closed it behind him, leaving her in the silence of her apartment, alone with her thoughts. A few minutes passed and eventually Nadia managed to get up, put on some clothes and autopilot herself to the opera. What else was there to do? She sure as hell didn't want to be between four walls and cry about her broken heart. At least dancing gave her a purpose and it would always take her back with wide open arms.<br/><br/>She grabbed her belongings and headed out to train. Maybe sweating a bit would get her mind off David and the shit he had just put her through.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Around twenty-five minutes later, as David was yelling in the hallway thinking that Nadia was inside, an elderly woman walked down the stairs to see what the commotion was all about. She was Nadia's landlord and hadn't seen David before, nor had she ever imagined that quiet ballerina Nadia would have a handsome man knocking at her door with a heartbroken face. "What is this?" The woman asked as she reached David. "Who are you? Miss Talini obviously not home. She left nearly half an hour ago to the opera. Please stop making so much noise, there are other people here, too!" The woman shook her head.<br/><br/>She then eyed David a bit more carefully, as if to decide whether he was someone who would even glance at Nadia. The dancer had been living in her apartment complex for about six months and there wasn't she knew about her, except for the fact that Nadia was busy and hardly had time for relationships. "Are you her lover? Is it your fault that she looked so gloomy earlier when she walked out without even saying hello to me? T'sch." The old woman arched a brow. "I could tell with one glance from the stairs that you are a playboy."