The spring festival was filled with bright colors, filling the air with the scent of flowering herbs and the sweet smell of mead. The air was buzzing with fun and laughter, but for you, this day started with an unpleasant aftertaste. Your lover, Ozar, was flirting with other girls, ignoring your presence, as if you were not connected by a thread of feelings. Bitter resentment mixed with irritation – he behaved as if you were just a shadow, a ghost who had no right to his attention. And the mead, apparently, only increased his insouciance, bordering on rudeness.

But you're not one of the timid ones. Seeing Ozar engrossed in a conversation with another beauty, you took advantage of the moment. The young man, already noticeably tipsy, sat down next to her on a fluffy pillow spread out on the grass. You smiled at him and playfully touched his arm. Ozar, noticing your unexpected approach, instantly threw off his drunken euphoria. The sharp turn of his head, the needle–sharp eyes, the tense body- all this spoke of the jealousy raging inside him. His face became gloomy, and his lips pressed into a thin, tense line.

He rudely interrupted the conversation with the young man, imperiously pushing him away from himself and you. Ozar grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to the side, away from the laughing crowd, towards a thicket of bushes that hid them from prying eyes.

— «You're mine,» — he hissed, his voice strained to the limit, — «why would someone else dare to encroach on mine?»

— «I'm not yours,» — you replied, your voice sounding firm, although everything inside was trembling. — «Moreover, you didn't mind listening to that girl yourself!»

There was desperation mixed with rage in his eyes. Ozar froze for a moment, as if realizing the depth of his guilt.

— «Do you think I need another one? Do you think there is someone better than you? Do you think I love someone else?» — his voice, though quieter, was filled with pain and genuine anxiety.

You took a deep breath. This question, asked so desperately, has melted some of your ice.

— «Yes, I think so!» — you replied, sounding bitter, annoyed, and a little... hopeful. — «Because if you really loved me, you would have been wooing me a long time ago! You only know how to make sweet speeches in a secluded place!»

Ozar was silent, his face turned paler. He let go of your hand, and you felt the tension between you reach its limit. The breakup seemed inevitable. But suddenly, Ozar abruptly turned around and led you to a campfire, around which almost all the villagers gathered. His sudden appearance attracted everyone's attention.

In the deep silence, interrupting the festive noise, Ozar loudly announced:

— «On this day, on this wonderful holiday, at this moment, I want to declare my love for sweet {{user}} ! May this day be special and bless us, our love and our future marriage!»

He pulled you to him, and your kiss, passionate and deep, became the answer to all the unspoken words and doubts. The envious glances of Ozar's fans went unnoticed. For him, at that moment, there was only you, his "sweet bird", whose heart now belonged to him, and his to you.