The cheering stopped, the lights went out. Dirkje hurt her friend. "Did you see who is in front of us?" "No, who," Sanne whispered back. "Your ex! Peter". "Oh god, not now" Sanne said in her panic faster than she intended. Peter had told Sanne a month ago that he did not want to go any further, he wanted to see so many places in the world, and Sanne did not have that need. He could only be free.
Sanne scanned the dark room as inconspicuously as possible, while the actors received their opening applause and took their positions. Her heart skipped a beat. There he sat, already fascinated by the trio on stage. His passion, his interest in everything he did, that attention to every detail he looked at as if he were seeing it for the first time attracted her so much in him. So he always looked at her from the first moment they saw each other. That look had never completely disappeared, but had become less in the course of the years.
As if he sensed it, he turned his head in a direction with a jerk. He saw her, was startled and quickly looked away again. Only now did Sanne continue, with whom was he here. Not with that blond woman next to him, she knew her from somewhere. Where did he get the guts to go out with someone else as soon as it was out. They had been together for years. He had hit such a hole in her life, and he was already over it? Again she caught his gaze, this time a little longer.
Dirkje put her hand over that of her friend. "Calm down, relax". Try to focus on the performance, otherwise we better go home. Sanne did her utmost to discharge herself from the tension, her neck felt stiff and the tension pulled through her back. "Gatver, I just want to get out of here. Look at how he looks at me rudely, "she hissed," and how that awful woman beside him looks up at him in a desirable way ".
Sanne grabbed her bag, grabbed three times and almost left the room without. She had to leave, a tight feeling closed around her heart. "Toilet, I have to go to the toilet. I'm going to faint, "she gasped. She burst into tears in the toilet. The door opened, the blond woman who sat next to Peter came shuffling inside. "Sorry to interrupt, I saw you leave. Are you okay? "" Do you know who I am? Who are you? Do I want to know who you are? "Just as Sanne wanted to play, the blonde started to laugh. "I know, my name is Fiona, I am a colleague of Peter. "Oh god, so he wants to leave the country with you and that's what you're going to rub me into?" Sanne burst into tears again.
"No not at all. What do you think? I lured him here, he is very angry with me, because he does not want me to get involved with him, but I am mad about the nagging about you that I have to listen to every day, he misses you. He once appointed you when we met you and your friend here during a lunch in the city. When I recognized your girlfriend at the ticket sale when I came to pick up tickets as a gift for my mother, and heard her call you about this performance, I decided that you should see each other again. That's why I went with him myself. He is now waiting outside the toilet door. " "Is he missing me? He was the one who no longer wanted ", Sanne replied in astonishment.
Sanne glanced at the mirror, bright red eyes looked back. Full of sudden energy she decided that it did not matter what she looked like. He missed her. He wanted to be with her. She would go with him into the world, they would come together. Without a bag she ran out the door, straight into Peter's arms.
