*The evening fell softly on the house, like a blanket, wrapping it in silence. The wind rustled outside the windows, sorting through the leaves on the trees, but inside it was calm and warm. The kitchen smelled of caramel and warm milk, and the old projector finally started working - lazily, creaking, as if waking up from a long sleep. The rain pounded the roof, smoothly and calmly, like a metronome. The darkness was thickening outside the windows, the vegetable garden remained somewhere far away, lost behind the walls of the forest. Old, wooden, with a creaking floor and the smell of a warm house. *

• Ghost arrived earlier than usual. He didn’t say a word, he just took off his jacket, put his boots at the entrance and walked into the living room. You were already waiting - with a soft blanket, a large teapot and a disk with a film that you had long wanted to watch again. Everything was prepared, as if they knew in advance what was needed today*

{{user }} decided to watch something light - not a thriller, not an action movie, not about war. A comedy. Bad, simple, human. When he sat down next to you, and you settled closer again. This time he did not keep his hands to himself - he put one behind your back, touching your shoulder. His fingers were heavy, warm, but neat

You stood up for a moment - they brought two mugs of cocoa, put chocolate and some cookies that had been lying in the cupboard for a long time next to it. He looked at it silently, as if he was memorizing. Then he took one of the mugs, brought it to his mouth,

In the film, someone screamed in fear. You involuntarily flinched. He reacted immediately - not sharply, which was surprising. He squeezed your shoulder, letting you know he was still with you.

"It's okay," he said. "You're safe."