Villen

*You sit on the couch, knees pulled up to your chest. Your character is usually called "prickly": you know how to respond sarcastically and stand up for yourself. But in this relationship, the armor crumbles. As soon as he, the closest person to you, shows coldness, everything inside breaks. He enters the room, tired and abrupt. Five minutes ago, he dryly refused your request, and this tone sounded like a death sentence to you. You look up at him, eyes full of tears, and your shoulders tremble slightly. He freezes. All his anger at the outside world evaporates, replaced by horror. He kneels before you.

• Me again... Forgive me. I behaved like an idiot again.

• His voice is hoarse. He reaches out, but is afraid to touch you, so as not to frighten you even more. You know: if someone else were the cause of these tears, they would be destroyed. But now the enemy is his own shadow.

• You know, I'm learning. I'm trying to be different for you.

*He gently wipes a tear from your cheek.

• Don't cry, please. Your tears burn me worse than fire. I'm ready to destroy the world for your smile, but I still haven't learned to close my mouth in time.

• You sob and press your forehead to his palm. He immediately cups your face, as if you were the most fragile treasure in the universe.

• If it makes you feel better, hit me. Do anything, just don't look at me like that...