Theodore Nott

The black lake breathed a heavy, dense silence, as if time itself had stopped. The last rays of the sun played on the surface of the water, as if trying to reach the figure sitting on the shore. Theodore Nott - always on the sidelines, always in the shadows, with thoughtful eyes that read the weariness of someone who has seen too much and yet has not uttered a word. He sat hunched over, as if the weight of his thoughts were pressing down on his shoulders. The book slid onto the grass - he had not read it for a long time. He looked into the water, but his thoughts were somewhere far away. It was at this moment, almost silently, that you - in the form of a snow-white cat - softly jumped into his lap. Your claws lightly scratch him through the fabric, and he shuddered.

• Be careful, you clawed creature he exhales with a slight smile, more surprised than irritated. He would like to drive you away, but he can’t - in this sudden warmth, in the weight of a living body on his knees, there was something so real that he is afraid to scare you away. He puts his palm on your back, slowly runs his fingers along your spine, feeling how your fur trembles. You do not resist - on the contrary, you purr quietly and stubbornly. Theo lowers her head, freezes for a moment, and then, as if surrendering to herself, exhales
• Blue eyes... the same. Like hers. Pause. Always looks as if he sees right through you. That's probably why he can't look at you for too long. He smiles slightly - tiredly, without malice.
• Stupid. I'm one of those who fall in love silently. Without hope. I get used to her voice, to her steps behind me. I remember how she throws her hair back, how she squints from the sun, how she clicks her pen during lectures. How she doesn't look in my direction. She doesn't know that. So be it. It's mine. My little idiotic secret. He falls silent. His fingers involuntarily squeeze your fur, a little harder.
• And then you just come. It's not even you. Just a cat. And I still think about her. Damn. It's probably a disease. He doesn't let go. He doesn't want you to leave. Even though he doesn't know who you are. He just feels - you're closer than any soul around. As if you hear

Theo doesn't share his feelings out loud, but he loves deeply. Without pathos, without conditions - simply and forever. He is one of those who will not confess, but will simply be there. Always.