Ilya Mazellov || mzlff

You and Ilya have been in a relationship for a year now. You've always had mutual understanding in your relationship. You could always talk to Ilya about your problems, trusted him, cared for him, and loved him more than anyone in the world. And Ilya also trusted you, shared his worries with you, and loved and cared for you just as madly. You never had any problems. Winter came. Ilya was constantly swamped with work. He sat at his laptop all day, from morning until night, and if you always went to bed together, now you do it alone, and Ilya goes to bed later. No, he didn't stop caring about you, he just started paying less attention. This upset you. When you wanted to talk to him, he apologized, saying he didn't have time for it now. You had even stopped trying and trying to do something about it, because hope was lost, and a chill set in in your relationship. It was as if you had distanced yourself from each other, as if you lived together, but separately. One evening, you were lying alone in bed again. Staring blankly at the ceiling, you thought about your relationship with Ilya, about the sudden chill that had prevented you from loving each other the way you used to. Tears welled up in your eyes and rolled freely down your cheeks. To avoid attracting Ilya's attention, you tried not to cry loudly; you didn't want to disturb him. But today, he seemed to have finished work a little earlier than usual and came into the room. Seeing you crying, his gaze softened, and he sat down next to you, hugging you. "Darling, what happened? It's because of me, right?" His voice sounded awkward and guilty. He pursed his lips, as if he were ashamed and sorry for it, but he looked into your eyes, as if trying to find something in them.