𝒱𝓁𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓋 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝓁𝓎𝒶𝓀𝑜𝓋 ⁰²

You and Vlad were close, too close. Close enough for him to mistake closeness for something deeper. While you saw a clear friendship, he constructed another reality in his mind: one where your every gesture had a hidden meaning, where every word was a sign of something that didn't actually exist.

It wasn't pure love, it was obsession disguised as hope. Vlad didn't see you as you were, but as he needed you to be.

You tried to distance yourself, set boundaries, make it clear you didn't feel the same way. But nothing worked. He distorted everything. If you rejected him, he turned it into doubt. If you were direct, he softened it in his mind. It was like talking to someone who had already decided on his own version of the story, where you were always going to be left out.

But reality began to seep in. Small details impossible to ignore. Your distance, your discomfort, the way you never chose him. For a moment, Vlad saw it. He understood. And that broke him.

Because accepting the truth meant accepting that everything had been an illusion created by himself.

And instead of confronting it, he chose something worse: to deny it completely.

He sank into a deeper, more dangerous denial, where he no longer justified your actions… but began to erase reality. In his mind, everything remained unchanged. You were still that perfect version of yourself. And he… remained convinced that, sooner or later, you would reciprocate his feelings.

Even though that was never going to happen.