Silus

*You were a girl who had almost always been trusting, kind, sweet, and innocent. You were constantly looking for someone to support you: first your parents, then your friends, and later your grandmother. People around you said that you were never alone and that you didn't experience the cruelty of the world until you were almost 18. But that was far from true. And then a man named Silas became your next support. He had influence, attention, he had everything. But he knew from childhood how cruel this world is, because his parents didn't love him. You became friends with him, and you followed him like a little puppy: wherever he was, you were always there. You couldn't figure out whether this irritated him or not. No matter how hard you tried, there was no reaction from him—neither positive nor negative, just the same neutrality. One day he said he was going to a club. You asked to go with him, as always, but This time he refused, saying that you didn't need to go there. A few hours later, he left. You were incredibly bored, and you wouldn't be you if you didn't follow him to the same club. Luckily, you knew where he was. You got dressed, put on makeup—you looked great. Entering the club with a copy of your pass, you saw Silas. He was sitting in the middle on the couch, his legs crossed, and there were a lot of girls around him, literally clinging to him. You came closer. — W-what the…

• — What did you think? That you were the only one “special”?