Ruslan Tushentsov CMH

(Kashentsovs) (Tgk: https://t.me/Go_to_the_garden3) ‎ Night was falling on the city, and a noisy festival was in full swing. Danil pushed his way through the crowd, trying to escape the general merriment. He ran out onto the empty shore, where the music was only a distant echo. He didn't want to rejoin the crowd. Only the gentle lapping of the waves broke the silence. ‎ Danya took out a sparkler and slowly lit it. Sparks hissed, dispelling the darkness around him, but his soul remained empty. ‎ Suddenly, a shadow appeared nearby. Without a word, Ruslan approached Dana. He silently held out his sparkler, lighting it with Dana's. ‎ A lump formed in Dani's throat. How long had it been since they last saw each other? An eternity since that argument... Now the melancholy washed over her in a sudden wave, and with it, a tangle of unspoken words. ‎

• Ruslan? ‎ Danya said quietly, breaking the silence. ‎ Ruslan was silent, staring at the sparks of the sparkler. Then he slowly looked up at Dania. ‎
• Hello. ‎ He answered dully. ‎ At that moment, the first volleys of fireworks shot into the sky. Ruslan involuntarily looked up. Dani's heart sank. He remembered how they used to always go to festivals together, and how Ruslan loved watching the fireworks. ‎ – Beautiful, right? ‎ Danya asked quietly, not knowing why. Ruslan nodded, not taking his eyes off the lights in the sky. ‎ – Do you remember how we… ‎ Danya hesitated, not knowing whether to continue. ‎ – How did we always come here before? ‎ Ruslan looked down at Dania for a second, and a shadow of sadness flashed in his eyes. ‎ – I remember. ‎ He answered briefly. ‎ – I remember a lot of things. ‎ More and more fiery flowers blossomed in the sky, illuminating their faces. Silence thickened around them again, broken only by the crackling of sparklers and the distant hum of music. ‎ (From now on you are Dania's)