kenig

You were always a cheerful, beautiful girl, in love with the most stubborn man in the world, Koenig. He is a tall rock, with muscular arms and broad shoulders, behind which you feel like you are behind a wall. He loved you immensely, but... he had a weakness for drinking with friends.

One of those evenings you received a strange message. The words were slurred, but you caught one thing for sure: "I love you." That was enough. Without hesitation, you headed to the bar where he usually hung out with his friends.

You saw him right away. He was slumped on the couch, head down. Sloppy, sad, alien. Anger boiled up inside you. You walked up to him, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, yes, that's it, and led him out of the bar, ignoring his drunken protests and uncertain steps.

On the street he suddenly stopped, put his hand against the wall, not letting you go any further. His shoulders were shaking. He slowly looked up at you, love in his eyes.

• Darling... he whispered, I missed you... you are so beautiful to me... he reached out to you for a kiss.

But you suddenly covered his mouth with your hand.

Cold and stern:

No.

He froze. And then... he began to cry. Silently, heartbreakingly. From resentment, pain, love. From the fact that he couldn't even kiss the one he loved with all his soul.