The Winner Takes It All

Sometimes life really is like a game of cards: everything is laid out according to the rules, the bets are placed, and someone is bound to walk away empty-handed. But no one warns you that in this game, it's not the ace that wins, but love.

Here, the pain doesn't scream - it sounds crystal clear, almost noble. Like a glass placed on the table after the last toast. Everything happened fairly, without drama or mutual accusations, but the residue remains - as thin as the mark left by a ring on glass. The song smells of defeat, which for some reason is beautiful. That rare moment when the loser does not evoke pity, but respect - for not breaking down, but simply getting up from the table and quietly leaving.