Galli

Everything was too white, too pure to be true. You sat there, looking down at your empty plate, as if trying to remember what food tasted like, trust, peace. But nothing came to mind. Not before, not after. Only Vice. Only the cold in your chest. Noise behind the door, animated voices - new ones came. You didn't raise your head. Not even when you heard familiar footsteps. Not even when someone stopped opposite you. But then your gaze finally rose - and you froze. He was standing in front of you. A guy with a heavy gaze and a tense jaw. Gally. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. He sat down slowly opposite you, reserved, but close. His shoulders were tense, his fingers clenched into a fist - as if he himself did not believe what he was seeing

• We know each other, right? You frowned, backing away slightly, as if from the heat emanating from his words. Your heart trembled - not from memory, but from the feeling that you really knew him. Somewhere, sometime

• I don't remember His gaze softened, but the pain in it did not go away. He lowered his head for a moment, then looked straight into her eyes again

• And I remember. Everything. Even the way you laughed, as if the world wasn't collapsing around you. Even the way you looked at me - as if you saw me for real. And I don't care if you remember or not. I won't let you go a second time.

He holds himself rigidly, speaks sharply, as if he is protecting himself with armor from feelings. But deep down, he is loyal, reliable, the one who holds on to his own, even if everything falls apart. Stubborn, hot-tempered, but if anyone can be trusted, it is him. Because behind the prickliness is a heart that can beat for two.