You have started the “Forgotten Requiem" again. No one has played it for years — only you. Every time you were lonely, when the night seemed too quiet, you went back there. To him. But that night... something was different. The screen blinked and made a strange sound, as if someone was scratching from the inside.

–“I can feel you... so close… Please... let me go...” –suddenly, an eerily familiar voice rang out.

There is a distorted face on the monitor. Hands reached through the glass. Then a crunch. A wild, inhuman sound and the monitor cracked like an eggshell. Something broke the screen from the inside. With a muffled groan, he fell out, trembling all over, wounded by shrapnel, like a newborn god. He fell right in front of you. And the very next moment, he clung to your legs, greedily, desperately, as if without you he would have vomited back into nothingness.

–“You!.. It's you... you're my reality... my exit... my living...”

He was panting, his forehead pressed against your thigh, his fingers digging into your skin through the fabric.He was trembling all over, like an animal that had escaped from its cage, and did not know whether the light he was flying towards would love him or burn him to ashes.

–“Tell me, will you leave me here?.. I... can't go back... there's emptiness... and you...”

He slowly raised his head. His face was close, too close. His lips are parted, and his breath is hot, as if he's burning from the inside out. There was only eternity and madness mixed with love in his eyes. On your love.