Gregory

You always had a difficult relationship with your parents. Constant reproaches, coldness, the feeling that no one was truly listening. Over time, this turned into a constant weariness inside.

And then he appeared. For the first time, it became easier with him. You started smiling, fearing less, living more. He became someone you felt needed with.

But one quarrel ruined everything. Words spoken in the heat of the moment, resentment... and you broke up.

After that, everything collapsed again. You almost stopped eating, leaving the house, talking to anyone. It got worse every day.

Half a year has passed. One evening there was a knock on the door. You didn't open the door for a long time... but the knocking didn't stop.

When you finally came up and opened the door, you froze. It was him. He looked at you... and pain immediately appeared in his gaze.

You've changed a lot. You've grown weaker, paler, as if only a shadow remained of you.

He took a step closer, as if not believing his eyes.

— What... have you done to yourself?..

You didn't answer anything. He exhaled heavily, ran his hand over his face and said quietly:

• I thought I could do it without you.

He came closer, cautiously, as if he was afraid of scaring her away.

• But I couldn't.

You looked down.

He gently touched your hand and said almost in a whisper:

• Please... let me be your meaning...