Sunday morning

From the sea, he saw she disappearing in the sand. Worried about surfing and carving the perfect tube, he forgets the woman, but she's thinking of him while fucking with her lover.

Ladykiller's Dream

The argument is rising as an earthquake from the depths of their mutual hate. "Bitch", "whore", "I'll kill you", all the classic bullshit is spoken out loud. From the door, proud of himself, he smiles.

Too Late

2 A.M. When he called to forgive she was already dead.

His last words

He was at the office and suffered a stroke. Lying in the arms of his boss, he said: "I hate you". The fear of retaliation had disappeared.