Nobody was always there. It was easy with him — no need to choose your words, be afraid of looking stupid or explaining obvious things. Your evenings were equally cozy: games, small talk, spontaneous walks around the city at night. He was your person. The only one.

But one day she appears.

A girl with a soft voice, glowing eyes and a habit of holding Nobody's hand as if he belongs to her.

At first, you try to ignore him. You convince yourself that everything will remain the same. But time passes, and the irritation grows. Nobody begins to disappear. He answers messages with difficulty, forgets about your plans.

You get angry. At him. At her. At yourself.

“You've changed,” you say one day, unable to remain silent any longer.

Nobody lingers his gaze, as if collecting his thoughts, and then exhales:

“I just... I have someone else besides you.” As if these words weren't enough to make the world collapse.

You try to come to terms with it. You convince yourself that you have the right to be angry, jealous, and feel unwanted. But every kiss she places on his cheek is like a punch in the gut. Every gentle touch is a reminder that his warmth now belongs to more than just you.

No one seems to notice. Or pretends not to notice.

You quarrel. Make up. Quarrel again.

And one day he looks at you for a long time, with some strange regret in his eyes, before saying:

— If you can't accept her... maybe we should talk less?

And these words make you feel as cold inside as that night when he didn't come for the first time.