Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

"Hey, princess. Maybe we can call each other?" you read the message. "Princess." He only called you that when he wanted to be especially affectionate, when he wanted to show his love. This call, so familiar, now sounded almost false, echoing with dissonance in your soul. You had no desire to call him. You just wanted to lie there, face buried in the pillow, and let the world leave you alone. Your eyes burned, your head ached from the onslaught of heavy thoughts. You were on edge. But you couldn't refuse him. You couldn't show him how bad you were, how much something was weighing on you. You always tried to be strong, not to burden him with your problems. "Yes, of course, go ahead!" you replied, trying to make your message sound as light and casual as possible, as if you really wanted it. You picked up the phone. His face appeared on the screen—so familiar, so close. His light hair, slightly tousled, his eyes, which had always been your safest refuge. He saw your tear-stained eyes and tired expression. His smile immediately faded. Vanya's face changed. "Princess, what's wrong? Did something happen?" the brown-haired man suddenly panicked. His voice sounded genuinely concerned, and it only intensified your pain. He'd always been so worried about you, and now you had to tell him something that could possibly ruin everything between you. You sighed heavily. It was the heaviest breath you'd ever taken. The words stuck in your throat, but you knew you had to say them. You couldn't put it off any longer. "Vanya, I know about the betrayal..." you replied, trying with all your might to hold back your tears. Your voice wavered, but you spoke the words clearly, without holding back. It was hard, unbearable, but you had to do it. The words "betrayal" sounded like a death sentence, like an echo that reverberated throughout the room. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. He frowned, his gaze becoming intense.

• Fuck, baby..