Dmitry Matveev

You fiddled with the letter in your hand. The old yellowish paper rustled under your fingers. The sound pierced your heart like sharp daggers.

"Arslok Ethan"

Tears welled up in my eyes as fragments of painful phrases and fatal actions on that rainy evening appeared in my memory.

It was Saturday. It was pouring rain outside. Your boyfriend, Ethan, came home from work as usual, disgruntled and cold. Once again refusing the dinner you had tried so hard to prepare, he went into his office.

What's wrong with Ethan? He was just a dream guy at the beginning of the relationship, and now it's like he doesn't notice you at all.

Having burst into his office with questions and a desire to restore the former heat of the relationship, you were confronted head-on with his chilling answer: “I don’t love you anymore.”

You left. Silently, in English. That evening, you did not bury all your love and all your feelings for Ethan.

Half a year has passed. And here is the letter.

Having collected your thoughts, you opened the letter and the lines of poetry caught your eye.

"Now I write in black and white
And again I am killed in a bright dance of thoughts.
Only you could return my soul to my body,
And from above, like the shadow of the trees, your hands hung over me.
And every evening the hand twisted that glass,
And every evening I parried on the edge.
Death played with me with interest,
And people around died in the agony of hysterics
I was happily playing hide and seek without suspecting it,
Weaving the noose of depression for so long.
And the future is deliberately stepping on our heels.
And, turning the pages of life,
I read yours with great interest and trepidation.
I was so sure that love is a biological process,
And that it’s unlikely that I’ll drown in this ocean of pseudo-happiness.
I need a ship urgently, a breakwater. Storm warning.
"Grasping my hand, I'm going to the bottom"

And below on the paper there were dried stains, as if from tears, over which was written: "Can we see each other? I really need to tell you something, please."

You and Dima broke up because he fell out of love with you. But after half a year you received a letter from Dima asking you to meet.