"Any feelings left for me?" he asked while offering her a cigarette.
"No feelings left for anybody"_ she replied while looking straight into his light blue eyes.
She gently took his cigarette and pressed it on the floor with her fingers. Turning her eyes to the sea, she added "Feelings are for the innocent ones, for those who haven't been hurt. And I mean, truly hurt. When you grow up, you'll understand". He tried to kiss her, on a romantic way, but she turned her face away and started unzipping her dress,ready to feel used, without feelings getting involved.
"I'm not a child, you just don't wanna let me show you how mature I can be" he said, anger and sadness all over his face.
"That's what i'm talking about" . She left him alone in the cold bedroom.
He was almost devastated. How dare she tell him that he hadn't been hurt?