Davir

You sat on the bed, your head bowed. Shouts came from the kitchen—your mother was arguing with your father, dishes clattered, beer hissed. You had trouble breathing.

You put on your headphones. The music washed over you like a wave. Music is better than the cries of loved ones…

You went out. The night was empty, as it was inside you. The city slept, and only your footsteps echoed on the empty pavement.

Suddenly - a collision. You bumped into someone.

"Hey, are you okay?" the voice was warm. It smelled of... buns?

You looked up. A tall guy with a gentle smile. You got acquainted. His name was Davir.
"Just call me Dava," he said.

From that day on, he became a ray of light in your gray life. He laughed, listened, and understood.
"You're like the chord that's missing from the song," he once said.

You didn't tell him then how important he was. You didn't have time.

The message came in the evening: "Davu was hit by a car. He's in intensive care."

You didn't cry. You just jumped up and ran. Through the cold, the streetlights, the streets.

The hospital smelled of fear.
You sat against the wall, clutching your hands.

He can't die. He mustn't disappear...

He was the one who gave you silence amidst the shouting, warmth amidst the emptiness. He was the only real one.

And his heart could stop right now. But yours is already broken.

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