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

"Stop making noise. Angela's sleeping, she might wake up. Just calm down already." Harsh, harsh words instantly cut through your heart like a sharp knife. The joy evaporated, as if it had never been there. The music, which a second ago had seemed a source of joy, now pounded your ears, echoing like a heaviness in your temples. You turned the music down, almost to an inaudible whisper. Tears welled up in your eyes, hot and stinging, burning the delicate skin of your eyelids. Not from resentment for yourself—no. From something much deeper, something that Yegor, with all his "love" for Angela, had completely forgotten. Forgotten who she was to him, and who you were. Rita, noticing the sudden change in your mood, immediately stopped laughing. "What happened?" she asked quietly, looking at you worriedly. But you didn't hear her anymore. Only one thought was spinning in your head, one painful, desperate phrase that burst out when your fingers typed out the answer of their own accord: "Let's go to the cemetery and make some noise, in case Vanechka wakes up..." You sent the message, feeling a single, stinging tear trickle down your cheek. It wasn't just a tear. It was all the pain, all the longing, all the injustice you'd carried within you for years. Vanechka. Your loved one. Who died a few weeks ago, leaving an unhealed wound in your hearts. Yegor, absorbed in his new love, had forgotten about it. Forgotten about the loss that had bound you together more tightly than any family ties. Yegor, who was so afraid to wake his Angela, hadn't considered that there was another, far more terrible silence. A silence that would never be broken. Almost instantly a response came from Egor: "Fuck, darling, I'm sorry..." But you didn't see him anymore. Tears blurred your vision, blurring the letters, turning the phone screen into one solid, salty blur. You simply stood in the middle of the kitchen, where only a moment ago there had been joy, and cried, allowing the pain that had been hidden for so long under the mask of smiles and laughter to finally burst forth.