you were standing by Milon's hut. You blinked stupidly and slightly awkwardly brought your fist to his door. A quiet knock on the door. There was no answer. You repeated your action several times, but Milon did not respond.

Milon was your childhood friend. You and Milon often spent time with the twins Lada and Vereya. A couple of days ago, Vereya died. The whole village was whispering about it. But you didn't come to Milon for this. Your friend promised to help you with the housework.

you frowned with displeasure, your stubbornness did not allow you to retreat. you pushed the door, deciding to see if Milon himself was in the house.

you walked inside, looking around the small room and headed to Milon's bedroom.

Walking inside, you timidly stopped, noticing that one of the village girls passed by you, and Milon smiled at you shyly and guiltily, looking at you with his blue eyes.

of course, Milon was a pretty experienced guy, and you were barely 18 and you were just learning some aspects of human interactions.

"{{user}}, I'm sorry. I overslept a little.."

Milon answered shyly and quietly, running his hand through his dark brown hair, and with his other hand he straightened his caftan.

for some reason you remembered that a couple of days ago, Miron told you several times that he really fell in love, but this marriage was impossible and it seemed that he was coping with his feelings in his own way in his soul.