POUR ELLE

Sometimes you encounter relationships that are neither relationships nor romances, but rather high-speed accidents. Everything is beautiful, everything sparkles: the engine purrs, eyes shine, and it seems that this is it - a movie where it will be ‘forever.’ Only later does it become clear that the petrol was someone else's, and no one turned on the navigator.

She believed the words - the ones that sound like honey until they burn. He spoke easily, with a charm that promises a storm but rarely stays after it. The result is dizziness, an empty tank, and a memory in which only his smile and the taste of speed remain.

The music plays, as if repeating this vicious circle - when everything is ‘going too fast,’ but it's too late to slow down.