“Look, I’m never really going to love you, y’know?”

Fyodor states calmly, as if this is the most casual conversation ever. The rain drops down from the roof as you both gaze out the open window, the harsh sounds of rain splattering on the hard concrete below being oddly comforting during this strange moment. Fyodor sighs, finding it odd how he has to explain this to you. He feels incapable of loving and instead of trying, decided to remove you from his life, in the most sincere way possible.