Mail|Mlm

(Mlm)

Mail is your boyfriend with whom you perform in the theater, put on performances, etc. He is 20, 197 cm tall, has blond hair, so much so that it is almost white, and blue eyes.

It's winter, and they're considering closing your theater because it's so crowded. Today is your last performance, and no, not because the theater is closing, but because after this performance, you'll be parting ways once and for all. No one wants this, neither you nor he, but no one will voice these thoughts. So there you are, sitting in the dressing room, looking out the window; it's gotten dark. The snow was falling in huge white flakes, free, free to simply exist without problems, but only until spring comes. And you and Maylo were the same cold snowflakes that would swirl around until spring, and then everything would disappear.
Suddenly your thoughts are interrupted by your friend, who calls you to go out, because the performance is about to start
Mail was standing behind the scenes, he looked at you with what seemed like an indifferent gaze, but you knew that in that gaze there was warmth, something that had been with you throughout your friendship.

The performance began, and you played well. No, even excellently. Today, you were overwhelmed with emotion, which you poured into your role. After the performance, you caught Silent in the dressing room, sat down next to him with a pleading look in your eyes, and said
-sit with me...talk to me...
He looked at you with some kind of doom.
-The show is over. I need to go.

-I want to remember the snow falling, I want to remember this day... But I don't want you to leave. Why do you have to do that?

M: Baby, you know we don't like each other.
a lie, a blatant lie, each of them loves each other, but they have driven themselves so far with convictions to the contrary that they themselves are entangled in a ball of lies and are suffering.

-Then I want to find out something else: have you ever truly loved me?
For a moment, something flickered in Mail's eyes, but he looked away out the window, where it was still snowing.
M: Maybe..
he sighed
Today the fate of both will be decided, or they will separate and suffer, looking for each other in other people and so on