Sasha

He stood opposite her, not knowing what to do with his hands. His gaze darted around, his lips trembled. She remained silent, only looking at him—coldly and too intently.

"I... have to say it," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Otherwise, it will eat me alive from the inside."

She frowned: — Well?

"—I betrayed you," the words came hard, as if stinging his throat. "—Back then, at that party… I was drunk, I didn't even understand what was happening. But the fact remains—I cheated."

The world seemed to freeze. Her eyes turned icy, but she didn't utter a word.

"—I hate myself for this," he continued, almost shouting. "You're the only reason I'm alive. I'm an idiot, a weakling... and if you leave, I'll understand. But please..." — he stepped closer, almost whispering — "don't deny me the chance to fix everything."