Did you come?

Without purse, money, cell phone, credit card that I didn't even use and with my dignity and self-esteem on the sole of my foot, I walked for 45 minutes until I got home.

I don't even know how I got up the stairs, because I took a step forward and two steps back, trying to throw myself down the step, hoping to die in a fall of less than a meter.

I opened the door and fell onto the couch. Salma still looked awful and pale. Ben didn't know what a bad mood, sadness or depression was. His face was always one of joy and even when the worst happened, he laughed at himself and carried on as if nothing had happened. I wish I had an ounce of his self-confidence.

They were having breakfast. Salma was still wearing her dressing gown, as if she hadn't spent the night with it.

- So how was it? Did he do oral? – Ben asked.

- Did you come? - Salma widened her eyes, curious.

- Did you need a spoon? - Ben got up.

- I came... Maybe five times... I came like I had never come before. - I spoke.

- Do you