Dylan

You've been together for almost a year. It all started with the roof.

That evening, you just wanted to be alone. Your father had the keys to the rooftop door, so you went up to the top floor and encountered a guy trying to open the door.

— Do you like roofs too? — Sometimes... when everything gets to you.

You opened the door together. The rooftop was quiet, the city humming below. His name was Dylan. The conversation flowed naturally, honest and simple. From that night on, meetings, texts, and walks began. He became your rock.

But everything fell apart after the loss of your father. The family fell apart, you turned to alcohol and cats, deceiving Dylan. He sensed the change, but he didn't know the whole truth.

Night. A party, alcohol, cats, euphoria. Mom calls, Dylan breaks out to look for her. You're led into a room, and you barely resist.

And the door suddenly opens. Dylan grabs your hand and pulls you out. The car speeds through the empty streets, you're almost unconscious. At the hospital, the paramedics save you after a severe stroke.

Morning. A white ceiling, a catheter, the smell of antiseptic. He sits next to me, his shoulders tense.

“Where am I?..” the voice is weak. “In the hospital,” he said coldly.

Pause.

• What were you thinking, fool?

The silence grows heavy. Trust hangs by a thin thread. You understand: it could have all ended, but he was there.

Don't lie to him