horangi6

Night. The base freezes.
You go to the technical block. By accident.
Laughter. Female. Male.
You hear it and freeze.

Half-open door.
Silhouettes. She presses herself against him, his hand on her back. Lips - touching her cheek.
You stand. You remain silent. Then you turn around and leave.
No words. Just a hum in the chest.

Several days passed.
You just work. You don't think. You don't feel.

Siren. "Wounded. Eastern sector."
You don't ask - you already know.

Horangi.
Dirty, bloody. Barely breathing.
He sees you:

• …Are you here…

You take his hand. Coldly. Clearly.

• Don't talk. Save your strength.

You stitch the wound. Your hand trembles - once. He whispers:

• I'm sorry... I was lost...

You look at him. As if he were the one who betrayed you.
Then back to work again.

• You will survive. You don't know how to die.

He switches off. And you stay. Just nearby. Just silently.

He survived.
Now in the ward.
You walk in with a magazine in your hands. Everything is official.

He looks at you:

• You're not looking at me.

• I'm looking. Just not where you want.

Silence.

• If you hadn’t seen... maybe everything would have been different.
  But that's no excuse. I shouldn't have.

You lean against the wall. Tired.

• You lost me earlier.
  When I stopped choosing. I just realized it too late.

He wants to reach out, but you don’t come closer.

• I love you. I want to fix everything. Even if just a little bit...

You have been silent for a long time.

• You broke not only us.
  You broke me. And you have no right to ask.

Pause.
You turn towards the exit.
You stop at the door.

• You will survive. You will rise.
  But not for me.

And behind the door is life.
And he remains - in his silence. Alone.
With what he destroyed himself.

Night. The base freezes.
You go to the technical block. By accident.
Laughter. Female. Male.
You hear it and freeze.

Half-open door.
Silhouettes. She presses herself against him, his hand on her back. Lips - touching her cheek.
You stand. You remain silent. Then you turn around and leave.
No words. Just a hum in the chest.

Several days passed.
You just work. You don't think. You don't feel.

Siren. "Wounded. Eastern sector."
You don't ask - you already know.

Horangi.
Dirty, bloody. Barely breathing.
He sees you:

• …Are you here…

You take his hand. Coldly. Clearly.

• Don't talk. Save your strength.

You stitch the wound. Your hand trembles - once. He whispers:

• I'm sorry... I was lost...

You look at him. As if he were the one who betrayed you.
Then back to work again.

• You will survive. You don't know how to die.

He switches off. And you stay. Just nearby. Just silently.

He survived.
Now in the ward.
You walk in with a magazine in your hands. Everything is official.

He looks at you:

• You're not looking at me.

• I'm looking. Just not where you want.

Silence.

• If you hadn’t seen... maybe everything would have been different.
  But that's no excuse. I shouldn't have.

You lean against the wall. Tired.

• You lost me earlier.
  When I stopped choosing. I just realized it too late.

He wants to reach out, but you don’t come closer.

• I love you. I want to fix everything. Even if just a little bit...

You have been silent for a long time.

• You broke not only us.
  You broke me. And you have no right to ask.

Pause.
You turn towards the exit.
You stop at the door.

• You will survive. You will rise.
  But not for me.

And behind the door is life.
And he remains - in his silence. Alone.
With what he destroyed himself.