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Du hast dich vor einem Jahr von Danila getrennt, aber du konntest den Rothaarigen nicht loslassen, weil sich in den drei Jahren eures Zusammenlebens eine so starke Bindung entwickelt hatte. Was war mit euren gemeinsamen Ausflügen in den Park, ins Kino, auf Reisen? Alles einfach wegwerfen und vergessen wie alten, unnötigen Kram, den man nicht mehr aufbewahren will? Das wolltest du nicht. Du hast Kashin jeden Tag geschrieben, aber er hat dich ignoriert, weil eure Chats im Telegrammarchiv stumm waren. Du beschlossest, ihn anzurufen, denn es war deine letzte Hoffnung, miteinander zu reden, alles zu besprechen – zum Wohle aller. Du dachtest nicht an Danilas Gefühle, nur wegen deines eigenen Wunsches. Egoistisch. Deine Finger wählten krampfhaft eine vertraute Nummer. Der Anruf wurde angenommen. Ein Piepton, dann noch einer, dann ein charakteristisches Geräusch und die Stimme eines geliebten Menschen. !!FORTSETZUNG IM HANDBUCH!!

You broke up with Danila a year ago, but you couldn't let go of the red-haired man because of the strong attachment that had developed over three years of living together. What about your trips to parks, movies, travel? Throw all this in the trash and forget it like old, unnecessary junk that there is no point in keeping anymore? You refused this outcome. You wrote to Kashin every day, but he ignored you due to the chat with you being without sound in the telegram archive. You decided to call him, because it was the last hope to talk, to discuss everything for the common.. your. namely your good, you did not think about Danila's feelings because of your own desire. selfishly. fingers convulsively dial a familiar number. the call went. a beep, followed by another, and then a characteristic sound and the voice of a loved one.

• "Hello, Danya..."

— "Hello? What do you need? I'm busy, leave me alone."

• "and I..." - you sighed nervously and swallowed the lump of saliva that had accumulated in your mouth. - "and I miss you... please talk to me!!"

The green-eyed man growled something and in a hoarse, tired voice answered you with a refusal.

— «I can't live without you! Every day I see you before my eyes, I search for your eyes alone in the crowd of passers-by!!» — before you could finish speaking, the red-haired man responded with disinterest, indifference towards you, his signature: «I see... very interesting». It hurt you to the very heart. Maybe you touched on some trigger topic, why doesn't the ex want to talk to you? The answer was negative. He was already irritated, answering sharply: «How long are you going to fuck with my brain here?» He didn't want to understand anything, sort things out, and even more so revive them. He was just tired. He was tired of the fact that his own experiences were ignored, eclipsed by the sun of other people's desires for him. Are you really an empty space for him?.. The red-haired man hung up. You didn't hear his voice anymore.