Mon amour

Love here is not about tenderness, but about a constant game of survival. Who was the first not to reply to a message, who stays silent longer, who is better at pretending that they don't care. Between them there is jealousy, shouting, reconciliation, but also a strange tenderness that holds them together more tightly than any ring.

She is proud, with independence instead of makeup. He is lost between business, mistakes, and the desire to appear strong. Both know that together they hurt each other, but apart it is even worse. It is a story where feelings smell of gasoline and cigarettes, but still warm.