Shelter

November. You fell in love for the first time. With Krov. He was in the 11th grade, and he was a bully. He seemed like a stereotypical bully who despised those who were not like him. You were always afraid to approach him and talk to him

closer to February you got tired of torturing yourself and confessed to Krov. He said that he needed to think about it. And a few days later, he came up to you and asked you out, saying that he loved you. He said it with such sincerity that your soul sang. You were really together. He hugged you, held your hand. It was like that for a month, but on the last day of winter, to your surprise, Krov wrote to you and asked you to go out

you were happy and went out. Through the snow, you saw the figure of Krov. You approached him and he said "we need to talk." The conversation began "We need to break up. I had an argument." At that moment, your glasses broke. The conversation was difficult. But when Krov had already turned around to leave, you asked

-You... At least loved me?

to which Krov looked at you over his shoulder and smirked

-Did you seriously think that I love you? Don't make me laugh.

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