It was a nightmare for her to hear those words, that this was more important for him than being with Nadia. Had she been tricked by him after all? Was this something he had planned all along? No... He didn't seem like the type to plan something like this. Although he kept saying like he loved her, she was reminded of they conversation on the first night, when she had told him that words would prove nothing to her. Ah, she should have just walked away for good then and there and never let David back in. No, no, that wasn't true. She was happy it had all happened regardless. What made her uncomfortable was that it was suddenly all over, without a warning. Her heart was breaking and there was nothing that would make it better. She should have stayed in her shell. She should have stayed there...<br/><br/>"I don't understand you." Nadia spoke finally, staring at him. "I must have been wrong assuming we were the same. We're clearly not. I wonder why I couldn't see it before." They had seemed perfect to each other, but this proved there was a fundamental difference. Of course she valued her job and her place at the opera, but lately Nadia had started to open up to the idea of David being more important than dancing. Ballet could never make her as happy as David. And as he stood up and started putting on his clothes, a buzzing headache settled in, more painful than ever. For a split second her surroundings seemed to switch completely to a white room, where a different person was standing in David's place. A set of equally painful words echoed in her mind:<span style="font-style: italic">I'm sorry. I can't take this anymore. I'm so sorry.</span><br/><br/>She fought back her headache and looked up to David. He told her he was going now so he wouldn't miss his flight. Nadia bit her lip and shifted her eyes away from him, not knowing what to say at this point. If he wanted to go, he should go. There wasn't much else to it, even if she wanted to do something, anything to stop him. Was she not good enough for him? It was a mixture of anger, sadness and frustration that boiled underneath her chest. She simply couldn't figure him out.<br/><br/>"It was nice to know you." Nadia said finally. "I hope you make it big." What else could she say? Even if she didn't mean it, it was difficult to find anything else to say. Maybe eventually she'd find happiness in his success and get over the whole thing, but it would take time. Too much time.