Dania//Your favorite..?

He accepted her whole self—her character, her cheeky smile that made others angry. But he loved her. He said she was like a storm, but his storm.

They walked in the rain, breathing each other's air. He gave her coffee in the morning and silence when she was angry. With him, she was herself. Alive. But real fairy tales are too fragile.

One day they had a fight. A big one. She was sharp, he was tired. “ I need to go ,” he said. “ To cool off .”

She stayed waiting. At the door. In tears, in hope. But he didn't come back. He was with someone else. And she found out. When he came in the morning, smelling of someone else's perfume, she threw a fit. Screamed. Threw things.

And he exhaled tiredly:

• Go away. Enough.

— I don’t have a penny!

• Your problems

This is how their “perfect” love ended.

He opened the door - in a dark T-shirt, with a light stubble and that very look that always made her throat dry.

— I just… need money. I have nowhere to sleep, just… help.

He didn't say a word. He just let me in. He poured me some water. He sat me down next to him. And he looked at me for a long time.

“ He’s an idiot ,” said Dania. “ But I knew it would happen.”

" Shut up, " she replied hoarsely. " I just want to spend the night and go. "

“ *I can’t remain silent. Do you know why? Because I love you. I love you not as a sister, but as a girl!”

— She remained silent

—* Push me away, he said, but she didn’t push him away.