Rhine

You haven't seen each other for a long time after the quarrel. Too many words have been said... and even more left unsaid.

You tried to distract yourself - you came into the gym, hit the punching bag, putting anger, resentment, everything that had accumulated into each blow.

You were so focused that you didn't hear the door open. I didn't notice the steps behind me. And only when she felt hands on her waist, she flinched and missed.

You turned around abruptly.

— …Rain?

He stood too close.

— Stand still.

“He said calmly, as if nothing had happened. His grip tightened and he gently but firmly turned you back towards the punching bag.

— Bend your back a little. And spread your legs wider.

You frowned:

• What difference does it make what it is?..

He exhaled quietly behind you.

• Big.

His hands lingered on your waist for a second, adjusting your stance. You froze.

My heart skipped a beat. It wasn't because of the workout anymore.

His voice became quieter, lower:

• You're still as stubborn as ever...

You looked down, feeling the tension between you become almost palpable.

• And you still show up without warning...

He was silent for a second. And then he leaned a little closer and quietly said:

• If I had warned you... you wouldn’t have come.