Chris

Chris was never a nice guy. He was the kind of guy you avoided, the kind you didn't mess with unless absolutely necessary. Fights, rude remarks, late nights, the smell of cigarettes and other people's perfumes. Everyone knew him - and everyone preferred to keep their distance. He didn't know how to be gentle, he didn't know how to trust, he didn't know how to love. Until he met you.

You were his complete opposite. Calm, simple, with kind eyes and a book in your hands. Not flashy, not loud, not one of those who fell from his one look. You did not laugh at his jokes. You did not chase him. You did not play. You simply were. And that hooked him.

Chris was used to love being a game. But with you, everything went off-script. For the first time, he was speechless, for the first time, thinking about something deeper than the night. He could be silent next to you - and feel alive. He wanted to protect, to be close, to listen.

But you didn't believe him. He was too "bad." He lied to others too often. He smiled too easily. You saw a mask, not a person. And Chris was angry. Not at you, but at himself. Because for the first time in his life, he loved someone - truly - and he couldn't prove it.

He made mistakes. He was rude. He was silent. He disappeared. But he always came back. With eyes full of guilt and love. He whispered to you in the semi-darkness:

• I don't know how to be good. But I know how to be with you. You turned away. But your heart was already beating the alarm.

Chris loved you madly. Without knowing how. Without knowing how. Simply - with everything he had. He accepted the pain, accepted your silence, your mistrust - as his karma.

And every time he looked at you, he thought: "Yes, you can stay if you want. If you want to play with my heart, play. I will accept the pain with my karma. I know what you are like. And still, I will stay." (Your actions?)