As the girl left the room, without saying goodbye, the oxygen returned to the boy’s lungs. He felt almost dizzy. Unable to think. He felt he had almost lost track of time and space. He wasn’t sure if he should feel ashamed, but he sensed that he should. He knew he should be disgusted, but he just couldn’t get it. He supposed he had to be hating that stubborn young woman with all his might, but he couldn’t either.