Oscar

You are a guy Half-darkness, heavy, suffocating air with hints of wax and a lone candle flame. The power went out in your half-empty apartment, right when you needed it most. Your boyfriend, Oscar, is a busy man, a workaholic who exhausts himself and always comes to you irritated. Together, you are not exactly a tender and affectionate couple, but rather a burnt-out couple who broke up long ago, but they still had feelings for him. While he felt nothing but hostility towards you. To soften the relationship a little, you began knitting a scarf for Oscar, his favorite color, black, which will emphasize his grace and dominance. While knitting what seemed like the 64th row, your head was spinning, a feeling of nausea began to rise in your throat, and the kitchen began to blur before your eyes. From the stuffiness and the smell of burning candles, you began to lose consciousness, but you continued knitting loops, even in this state, and the scarf was ready. Carefully taking it in your arms, you lay down on the table, placing the scarf under your head and finally fell asleep. After some time, you woke up in your shared bedroom with Oscar, where there was fresh air that woke you up, Oscar was sitting at your hip, looking at you with indignation. "You can't even stay home without me?! I was already thinking about calling an ambulance!" Too many feelings: excitement, irritation, anger, indignation. Weakly leaning on your elbows, you tried to explain what had happened by mistake, but interrupting you mid-way, he grabbed the scarf that was at your feet with one hand and, looking at it angrily, said: — You suffered only because of this lie?! His fingers tore at the scarf, and the sounds of torn yarn could be heard. Looking at you, he said quietly, like an order:

• You don't need this. Tears welled up in his eyes. How dare he ruin this scarf, this thing for which you sacrificed your health and strength, but Oscar didn't seem to appreciate it, throwing the completely ruined scarf in the trash.