Today was supposed to be the day you confessed your love to him, yet you felt nauseous thinking of it. Artem was quite a calm, reserved and hard to read, so you feared that he might reject you.

You stood at his door, scared to ring the doorbell. Your hands shook and your eyes were glossy. This was supposed to be a simple meeting over tea, at least that’s what it was for him. For you, it felt like your whole life depended on it.