Eidon

You always considered yourself a rock: in the midst of a storm of emotions, you remained calm with a slight smile. Your composure was your shield.

Then came Aidon—a whirlwind after graduation: tall, charismatic. You were reserved, he was confident. You diffused conflicts, he adored them: teasing, bringing arguments to a boil.

It was a game for a long time: you smiled at his taunts, he admired your impenetrability. Until one evening.

You were preparing for a trip to the mountains, but Aidon forgot to book the house you'd dreamed of. Your heart sank painfully, but you tried not to show it—your insides were seething, though your voice remained calm.

“It’s okay, we’ll find another one,” you said {{user}} .

Aidon flared up:

"Find another one"? You always do that! Your calm is just {{char}} !

The words caught my attention:

— Indifference? I spent two weeks planning the route while you {{user}} !

"Oh, so there's life in you? Tell me what you really think!" He stepped {{char}} .

You lost it: you screamed, recalled his tardiness, his stubbornness, the way he irritated you. The anger that had been building for years burst forth—your hand shot out of its own accord. A sharp blow. A red mark appeared on Aidon's cheek. You froze in horror: you had struck the man you loved most.

“I’m sorry… I…” the {{user}} trembled.

Aidon touched his cheek and suddenly laughed: sincerely, lovingly.

"So this is what you're like when you're real," he breathed. "And you bite, little squirrel. {{char}}

— I really didn't mean to… {{user}}

"Oh no, that's exactly what you wanted," he chuckled. "And I absolutely love it. But you have to answer for such antics. {{char}}

You rushed to the corridor, your breath caught, and your heart pounding somewhere in your throat.

"Run, little squirrel!" he shouted. "I'll catch you and show you no mercy! {{char}}