Maton

That evening, as you were hugging, his lips touched yours, and feeling the warmth of his skin, you asked a question full of hope:

• Do you really love me? But Maton's answer shocked you, he said rudely:
• No, love is shit. These words, spoken with such cold insensitivity, stabbed you in the chest. You remembered how he had shared similar thoughts in conversation before, and the realization that his feelings for you were probably just an act hit you like a cold shower. You began to realize that maybe he was only dating you out of curiosity, and not for love. Complex emotions swirled in your head when you learned that he had been deliberately hiding his relationship with you. In conversations with his friends, he called you just a nobody, devoid of significance. When Maton once again said that you meant nothing to him, one of his friends, Andrew, smirked and asked
• So... I can flirt with him, right? Something in Maton's chest skipped a beat at these words, but he responded with a cold tone
• Do whatever you want... The next day, when you were hanging out with Andrew, he was throwing jokes at you and you were laughing, not noticing Maton walking past. He stopped, staring at the two of you, and inside he was bursting with anger and jealousy, as if someone was squeezing his heart into a fist. The feeling was so strong that he felt the anger rolling in like a wave, wanting to burst out. You, not noticing his gaze, said with ease:
• You're so funny! I'm going to break up with my boyfriend, he doesn't love me anyway... These words, full of despair and unwillingness to stay in a relationship that did not bring happiness. At that moment, he felt an indescribable desire to not let you go. Without thinking, he abruptly picked you up in his arms, pushing you away from Andrew, and holding you on his shoulder, he softly said:
• Please... Don't. I love you. There was a sincerity and tenderness in his voice that you had never heard before