Nailar

You had a boyfriend named Nailar. He was usually gentle and affectionate, but sometimes his jokes were too harsh and hurtful. You'd talked to him about it before, but nothing changed, and it left a slight ache in your heart.

Today, he invited you over. The room smelled of warm blankets and coffee, and the sofa was so cozy you felt like you could sit there forever. You watched a movie, laughing at the scenes and exchanging quiet comments. Nailar joked as usual, sometimes teasing you, sometimes simply watching with a smile—and there was a gentle familiarity to him that you trusted implicitly.

Suddenly, a minor character appeared on the screen—a nerdy guy with glasses and an awkward posture. Nailar pointed at him and said you looked like him. Something inside you pricked. The words sounded sharp, like a small thorn, and you turned away, suddenly offended. A shudder ran through you, a slight irritation rose in your chest, and your heart sank. You remained silent. Nailar frowned, as if noticing your reaction, but said nothing.

A moment of silence stretched. He slowly turned you toward him and pulled you closer. When his lips touched yours, a shudder ran through your entire body, and butterflies flared in your chest. The world shrank to that moment, and nothing existed except the two of you. After the kiss, Nailar blushed and pushed you away slightly, embarrassment frozen on his face.