Tyler

The deep night envelops you in silence, and your fingers, like lost butterflies, flutter across your phone screen. Your gaze accidentally catches a chat with the word "ex." And then, like a spark, a thought flares in your head – why not? A year together… He was good, really. Always listening, hanging on every word, ready to run at the first call, like a loyal dog. And even after the breakup, this readiness remained. But then something snapped inside, and you snapped, "It's over between us." Though somewhere deep, in the darkest room of your soul, the thought glimmered that the feelings hadn't faded. And now, your fingers are already tapping the screen, and you're typing a message:

• Are you sleeping?)

A moment later, the "read" mark appears. And after a few agonizing minutes, a reply arrives:

• Fuck, no...

And immediately after:

• Don't torture me, please.

These words make my heart clench painfully.

– You know that I, like a faithful dog, will come running to you...

The next message makes you freeze, and suddenly, like an avalanche, memories come flooding back.

• Kis, I'm going crazy...

"Kitty..." Only he called you that. "Kitty" or "cat"...