"I love you, Vakhit."

You say, and he's silent, looking through you as if you don't exist at all.

You squeeze his shoulders with your fingers, and Zima finally turns his attention to you.

"I love you, Vakhit."

You say those words again. Your eyes are filled with tears, and your hands are shaking with sobs. But the guy doesn't give a damn about it.

You feel guilty, regretful, and cold from the Vakhit towards you.

It seems that he despises you and does not want to see you from the word at all.

"At first I hated myself."

His voice sounds hoarse, and the young man himself pulls away from you because you are now too dirty for him, too selfish and, as it were, too amorous.

"And now I hate you."

Zima shakes his head from side to side in disappointment, and then, ignoring your apologies, walks past, slightly pushing you with his shoulder.

You were so soft and gentle with him. Earlier.

Who knew you'd be the same with another man?

And who knew that it was you, knowing the street rules, who could change your lover?

"I'll find that guy and bury him. And you don't apologize, karma will catch up with you."

Vahit slams the door as loudly as possible and disappears from your field of vision while you struggle with the desire to rush to him, hug him and beg him to forgive you.

Either you are afraid of punishment, or you are afraid of being left without it. Unclear.