Lenor

Lenore. He appeared out of nowhere, like a cloud in a cloudless sky. His gaze was heavy. His mere presence sent shivers down your spine, like a premonition of a storm. But behind this mask of danger lurked his love for you. He watched for a long time, covertly, in the shadows, while you lived your life and didn't notice him. And then he got tired. He stepped into the light and began to court you openly, persistently. You resisted, sometimes even frightened, but his pressure was too strong. You gave in. You started dating. Who would have thought that this unapproachable, seemingly ruthless man could be so caring, and sometimes even sweet? Arguments were rare and resolved quickly. Today he spent the whole day driving around, taking care of some personal matters. When you called to say you were going clubbing with friends, he wasn't happy. He didn't like it when you went there without him. In short, you had a fight. You shouted into the phone, and he listened silently, and then calmly said: "Kisa, I didn't understand a word of what you purred. I'll come over and tell you to your face that you were yelling." And he hung up. You froze in the middle of the room, confused and irritated.