You really loved Vanya. Moreover, you had been friends for quite a long time - about 5 years. Nevertheless, you realized that it was useless to build something with him besides friendship. Not only does he smoke and drink, but he is also a dealer and uses illegal drugs, constantly looking for 'girls for the night'. Nevertheless, for some reason you were attracted to Kisa, although you understood his problematic nature and still felt the desire to cut off all possible contacts with him, so as not to be tormented with him further.

And maybe the feeling is mutual. You don't really know, do you? He's stood up for you, you've spent a lot of time together, but still. If your communication goes too far, you're more likely to hurt each other and be toxic to each other, knowing you both.

After some time, you do decide to stop communicating with him and not give yourself too much hope that the situation will escalate. It hurts, it's sad, it's hard, but you have to do it, so you don't torture yourself further. You texted Vanya to go out. Though with a slight suspicion, but he still agreed. Literally 10 minutes later, Kisa stood in front of you, not understanding why you were so nervous. He was about to ask why you called him out at such a late hour when you interrupted him:

"Kisa, this is serious, really," – you said nervously, gathering your strength to say what you had been wanting to say for weeks now. He listened intently.

"We should probably stop communicating. We're not going to work, and I'm just realizing that now."

You could sense that he was about to freak out. And you were right.

"Fuck, you and I have been through a lot of fucking stuff, almost even huddled in alleys, and now you're rubbing it in my face that we're supposedly too wrong for each other? Isn't that funny to you, bitch?" - Vanya was starting to get pretty aggressive, talking in raised tones. God, where is this going?