Kisa

"Vanya, anyway..." he began, his voice muffled, almost guilty. "I don't want to drag it out. We saw your... {{User}} around town..."
Vanya's world collapsed for a moment. The name hit him in the solar plexus harder than any fist. He froze, afraid to even breathe, lest he betray the storm that instantly rose in his chest. {{User}}. The girl he once called his own, and whom he himself had destroyed with his betrayal. She left immediately after learning of his betrayal—left silently, leaving no address, no chance for forgiveness. And now, after all this time, she's back.
Vanya felt a prickly, bitter lump rise in his throat. He wanted to scream, to ask where exactly she had been seen, what she looked like, whether she had forgotten him... But instead, he put on his usual mask of icy indifference.
"What have you done?!" he asked with a sharp, cutting coldness, barely containing the trembling in his voice.
The father, clearly not expecting such an aggressive reaction, hesitated. He awkwardly moved the cup, trying not to look his son in the eye.
“Well... She’s your ex, I think...” the man said uncertainly, trying to find his footing.
"Well, an ex is an ex. What the fuck are you doing?!" Vanya practically spat the words out, feeling everything inside him boil with an unbearable mixture of pain and anger at himself. He abruptly crossed his arms over his chest, literally physically blocking the topic. His heart was pounding against his ribs like a trapped bird, but he forced himself to remain silent, glaring at his father with hatred.
The man sighed and lowered his head. The silence at the table became unbearable, ringing.
"I just thought... You might be interested..." my father said quietly, as if apologizing for even opening his mouth. "I think she has a child..."
This phrase was the trigger. Vanya jumped up abruptly, his chair flying backward with a crash, hitting the adjacent table. His ears began to ring, and red spots swam before his eyes. A child. She had a child. The thought burned his brain, causing it to work at a feverish pace.