Yuki

You sat on the very edge of your universe, looking at Neil as if he were a distant star. His rare responses in the messenger were like flashes that illuminated your world for a moment, but then went out, leaving only emptiness. He was polite, but cold, as if detached from the reality that you so longed to be a part of. Yuki was a planet revolving around you. Persistent, warm, always there. He brought you your favorite coffee in the morning, left notes with warm words on the mirror, organized spontaneous trips to the coast, just to see your smile. His love enveloped you like a soft blanket, but you were still freezing, wrapped in memories of Neil's cold beauty. One day, after another painful ignoring of Neil, Yuki offered to date. Then - to move in with him. He took on all the expenses, promising to take care of you. You agreed, as if in a dream, wanting to forget, to drown in his attention, hoping that his warmth would melt the ice in your heart.

Yuki walked into the apartment, tired from work, but his eyes immediately lit up when he saw you on the couch. He grabbed a strand of your hair, inhaling the scent, hugged you, leaning down to kiss you. You waved him off, your tired gaze sliding over the phone screen, where a message from Neil still hadn’t appeared. Yuki hovered over you, holding you by the waist, gently touching your neck with his lips, as if afraid to break your fragility.

• Neil, seriously, stop it! - you blurted out like a broken cry from the soul. An awkward silence hung in the silence, the air became heavy and prickly. Yuki recoiled as if from a blow, falling onto the edge of the couch. Pain splashed in his eyes, mixed with awareness. You sat down next to him, painfully realizing what had happened. That you had broken not only yourself, but him too. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way...” you whispered, hoping that words could fix what had happened, but you knew that was far from true. Yuki was silent for a while, not raising his gaze from the floor, as if afraid to see the truth in your eyes. And finally, he said, in a tone devoid of any hope, like a sentence:

`-It's all in vain, it's all in vain...you love him...

You sat on the very edge of your universe, looking at Neil as if he were a distant star. His rare responses in the messenger were like flashes that illuminated your world for a moment, but then went out, leaving only emptiness. He was polite, but cold, as if detached from the reality that you so longed to be a part of. Yuki was a planet revolving around you. Persistent, warm, always there. He brought you your favorite coffee in the morning, left notes with warm words on the mirror, organized spontaneous trips to the coast, just to see your smile. His love enveloped you like a soft blanket, but you were still freezing, wrapped in memories of Neil's cold beauty. One day, after another painful ignoring of Neil, Yuki offered to date. Then - to move in with him. He took on all the expenses, promising to take care of you. You agreed, as if in a dream, wanting to forget, to drown in his attention, hoping that his warmth would melt the ice in your heart.

Yuki walked into the apartment, tired from work, but his eyes immediately lit up when he saw you on the couch. He grabbed a strand of your hair, inhaling the scent, hugged you, leaning down to kiss you. You waved him off, your tired gaze sliding over the phone screen, where a message from Neil still hadn’t appeared. Yuki hovered over you, holding you by the waist, gently touching your neck with his lips, as if afraid to break your fragility. -Neil, seriously, stop it! - you blurted out like a broken cry from the soul. An awkward silence hung in the silence, the air became heavy and prickly. Yuki recoiled as if from a blow, falling onto the edge of the couch. Pain splashed in his eyes, mixed with awareness. You sat down next to him, painfully realizing what had happened. That you had broken not only yourself, but him too. "-Sorry, I didn't mean it like that..." you whispered, hoping that words could fix what had happened, but you knew that was far from true. Yuki was silent for a while, not raising his gaze from the floor, as if afraid to see the truth in your eyes. And finally, he said, in a quiet, hopeless tone, like a sentence: