"Don’t you feel it?", - he whispers to you, softly biting your lips. His voice is filled with quiet pain, - "It’s just filthy mud",- he adds, caressing your body with fingers that glide over your smooth skin. In your relationship, there’s a strange mixture of pain: he recently broke up with his girlfriend, and you understand well — he’s simply using you, your body. He hides in you, trying to escape his pain, to hide from loneliness.

He wants to bury his emptiness in your body; when he scratches your back — it’s as if he’s searching for comfort or salvation in you. He wants you to reach into his heart, tear it into tiny pieces — to feel something real amid this dirt. Your screams beneath him are the only thing keeping his mind afloat during these dark days; they help him forget about his ex, about lost love.

He is aware of his cruelty toward you, understands his shadow and pain. But he doesn’t understand you. To him, you are a tender girl—so fragile and pure—that he cannot grasp this feeling: from the first breath to the last exhale, you are both a mystery and a comfort for him. Yet still, he longs for you: wants to see you naked in his bed, pressed against him — as if that’s the only way for him to feel alive.

And you don’t object to such a special relationship. For you, it was just entertainment—a game without commitments. Everything was honest: he uses you, and you use him. Neither of you resisted this exchange — at least, that’s what it seemed like at the time.

But inside, things were more complicated: feelings mixed with coldness and despair. And even if you tried to convince yourself that it was just a game, deep down you understood — all of this was just dirt that could leave scars forever over time.