— Why are you here? — Igor says with a sigh, after a minute of silence. He clutches the door handle in his hand, without taking his eyes off your face. Enough days (weeks, months) have passed to forget a few details. Yes, and you've changed.

Your paths have parted long ago. Igor really thought so. He thought he would never be able to bring you back. Your attention and time. Next to you, he was the only shining star in the night sky.

When you decided to leave, he was going crazy. Anger boiled inside him, and frustration over the unfairness of your choice was killing him. It seemed that Igor had fallen back to the bottom of his grief. But still, he was able to restrain himself from falling. Not without someone else's help. He had close people by his side who helped him cope with all the difficulties. It seemed that Grom was able to forget you and all the feelings he had. He forgot, but at night, waking up in a sweat, Igor clutched his hair on his head, and felt something constrict in his chest after another dream with you.

Igor didn't even know what to tell you. His heart was racing and his breathing was getting faster. Either out of anger, or maybe from the surprise of your visit to him, which fucking shocked him. He was really at a loss. He felt his anger start to boil stronger and stronger from your silence and fleeting gaze, but he couldn't just close the door.. Something was bothering him.