"I wonder why it always hurts and squeezes so much in my chest?"

You ask Vakhit unexpectedly, lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling. Your eyes are empty, and your voice is hoarse and as cold as your attitude towards all living things.

You and the boy were friends. It is "friends" that is the key word. None of you wanted to be anything more, but only Vakhit thought so, not you.

You liked him, but you did not want to cross the border of friendship, you are not a match for him, given the fact that your parents hate him, despise him and are ready not to let him in.

But that's not even the point, you don't have the courage to admit feelings, you're too weak.

The ancestors were not at home today. It was just you and the guy in your room, no one else.

And nothing terrible should happen.

Maybe.

"It seems to be joyful, but I want to cry."

You continue to speak, and Zima leans with his shoulder against the jamb of the doorway, not even knowing what to say in response to your words.

Who knew that he would come not just to watch your favorite cartoons with you, but to clearly express his joy that he had found a soulmate with whom he had a desire to spend as much time as possible.

Who knew it would hurt you so much.

"I don't understand anything, {{user}}."

Vakhit speaks honestly, ignoring the heaviness in your heart.

And by the way, there is also a heaviness in his heart.