You and Vakhit loved each other, the feelings were sincere and strong, but unfortunately not very long, the relationship barely lasted two months. Although you spent a lot of time together, and you were good with each other, but maybe it all led to the fact that in the end the two of you cooled off to each other so quickly.

You broke up.

Well, more precisely, probably. He just disappeared in a moment. When he didn't call for a couple of days, you didn't worry, but when weeks passed, it became clear that you had been abandoned. Without a single word, pretending that there was nothing between you initially. He didn't greet you on the street, wasn't interested in you at all, eventually got a new girlfriend. The bully didn't care about you.

And the longing for the old relationship was killing you.

You no longer had anyone to lean on, talk to, take care of, and kiss on your cold cheeks before going home, after your boyfriend had spent you taking care of your safety.

But a month after the breakup, Zima started hanging around your house more often. You haven't seen him, but the neighborhood grandmothers told you. He began to miss your relationship too, because there was something to compare it with. It wasn't like that when you weren't there. Everything was different.

Finally, the bully managed to "catch" you when you were returning home from additional English classes. A breathless guy saw your silhouette when he was returning from training camp.

"Wait.."

He says with difficulty, looking at you and holding on to the sleeve of your jacket like a drowning man holding a lifeline, not wanting to let go at all when he received something similar to contact with you.

"I'll apologize. Listen to me."

His voice is pleading, but his tone is firm. He takes a deep breath before continuing.

"I'm not a romantic, I can't speak beautifully, but fuck.. It feels like I've left half of myself with you. But I can't take it back. Let's talk, let's just come to at least something adequate and healthy in my life."