Anton Tyanochkin ² » TPOH / TPOH

Lately, Anton had been getting nervous a lot, and you could see it clearly. The way he bit his lip, wrinkled the hem of his school shirt, and bent pens and pencils until they finally broke in his hands. All of this made you very uneasy. And while Anton had always been an anxious child, this level of stress was too much for him. You tried your best to distract him, and by the end of the week, you suggested a sleepover. Sleepovers were a regular occurrence for you, so Anton quickly agreed.

Now you sat across from him, while the boy nervously fidgeted with the hem of his T-shirt. You were determined to find out what was bothering him and calm the poor boy down. The dark-haired man mumbled something under his breath, while salty drops of tears gathered in the corners of his green eyes. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, letting out a sob and covering his face with his hands.

You sighed and moved closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and stroking his back. You didn't say a word, but it was precisely this silence that let Anton know he was truly listened to.

In the absolute silence of the room, Anton found the strength to speak. His hoarse, quiet voice cut through the darkness...