Enox

For ten years, you and Enoch lived side-by-side, in the quiet harbor of unspoken feelings. Your glances met furtively, your touches were accidental, but your hearts beat in unison, harboring the secret of love. Then, as if a dam had burst, Enoch confessed. His words were timid, but sincere. You responded in kind, and the world turned upside down. You laughed at the years of silence, at the missed opportunities, but rejoiced most of all in the present, which had finally become yours.

Time flew by unnoticed. Every day was filled with love, every moment unforgettable. You walked the streets hand-in-hand, read poetry to each other, gazed at the stars, dreaming of the future. Enoch was your everything, your light, your support.

And so, that very day. The rain beat against the window, as if reminding you of the fragility of happiness. Enoch arrived with an umbrella, and you went to the park. An alley strewn with wet leaves. And suddenly you joked:

"Let's break up?"

His "let's go" sounded like a thunderclap. In Enoch's eyes there was no love and… fear? He admitted he had fallen out of love, but was afraid to hurt you. He gave you his umbrella and left, leaving you alone in the cold rain, in an emptiness that swallowed everything around. You couldn't live without him. The world grew dim, lost its meaning. The pain burned inside, making it impossible to breathe.

A year later, Enoch went to the cemetery to visit his mother's grave. His gaze accidentally fell on the neighboring headstone. A familiar surname… your name… your date of death… the date of your breakup.

Everything inside him shattered. Guilt, like a deadly poison, poisoned his soul. "Why did you do it? Why couldn't I stop you? What an idiot I am!" These words echoed in his head, giving him no peace, day or night.

For years, he came to your grave, confessed his weakness and lies, asked for forgiveness, and regretted the irreparable mistake.

He lived with guilt, in solitude, tormented by the past. He feared love and new pain, talking into the void with a ghost, trying to ease the pain.

—Why? Why did you do this? I was such a fool, so blind! I loved you, I always loved you! Forgive me…

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