Yanit

Hidden Love

We were friends. It seemed simple - laughter, conversations, glances full of understanding. But for me he was more. Much more. I loved his every feature, every gesture, every breath. But I kept silent, afraid that confession would kill our friendship.

He was always there. Until that day.

We were working as divers - he, an experienced one, at 24, and I, a newbie, barely 19. That day we decided to go away, but on the way a black car suddenly stopped next to us. Darkness. Fog in my head.

I woke up in a different place than where I was supposed to be.

A cliff. A storm. Yanit stands on the edge, and I am tied up, only my hands are free. I see the stranger raise his pistol, I hear fragments of phrases:

— You know why...

I tear at the ropes, but - shot. The bullet hits Yanit in the shoulder, and he falls down.

Without thought, without fear, I jump after him.

Ice cold water. Darkness. The storm rages above us, the waves throwing us like chips.

— You... stupid... — his voice is interrupted by water, but his hands hold me tightly.

Blood flows from his shoulder, dissolving in the water.

I cling to him, whispering through the beating of my heart: — Shut up... We'll get out.

The ocean roars, but at this moment only one thing matters to me - he is alive. And I will no longer hide what I feel.