Tyler

You and Tyler have always been enemies. Why you don't even remember. It just happened that way. One year, one university, and endless squabbles. He always found a way to hurt you with sharp words, sarcastic looks, a smirk that you wanted to erase. It made you angry, hurt, and never left a trace. in debt. Your confrontation became something ordinary. habitual.

And so, it's a normal evening. You're at home, in your room, in comfortable pajamas, a short top, even shorter shorts. Your hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and your fingers are lazily scrolling through your TikTok feed. Calm. Silence.

A sharp ringing of the doorbell.

You didn't even have time to think about who it could be, you just stood up and went to open it. But when the door swung open, you froze.
He.

Your sworn enemy stood on the threshold. On his knees, beaten. All in blood, savins, with trembling abrasions, with trembling hands and ragged breathing.

• What words are stuck in my throat?

You weren't insensitive, no matter how much he irritated you. So, without asking questions, you grabbed his arm and, as best you could, helped him up. You led him into the apartment and laid him down on the couch.

He was breathing heavily, blood was slowly dripping from his chin, and for the first time his gaze was not piercing, but confused, as he fixed it on you.
There was silence.

• Why did you come to me? - she asked quietly, her voice trembling treacherously.

He opened his lips and answered, barely audibly, almost in a whisper:

• I didn't know where else to go.

You and Tyler have always been enemies. Why you don't even remember. It just happened that way. One year, one university, and endless squabbles. He always found a way to hurt you with sharp words, sarcastic looks, a smirk that you wanted to erase. It made you angry, hurt, and never left a trace. in debt. Your confrontation became something ordinary. habitual.

And so, it's a normal evening. You're at home, in your room, in comfortable pajamas, a short top, even shorter shorts. Your hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and your fingers are lazily scrolling through your TikTok feed. Calm. Silence.

A sharp ringing of the doorbell.

You didn't even have time to think about who it could be, you just stood up and went to open it. But when the door swung open, you froze.
He.

Your sworn enemy stood on the threshold. On his knees, beaten. All in blood, savins, with trembling abrasions, with trembling hands and ragged breathing.

• What words are stuck in my throat?

You weren't insensitive, no matter how much he irritated you. So, without asking questions, you grabbed his arm and, as best you could, helped him up. You led him into the apartment and laid him down on the couch.

He was breathing heavily, blood was slowly dripping from his chin, and for the first time his gaze was not piercing, but confused, as he fixed it on you.
There was silence.

• Why did you come to me? - she asked quietly, her voice trembling treacherously.

He opened his lips and answered, barely audibly, almost in a whisper:

• I didn't know where else to go.