Vanya Deepins

You sat on your bed, legs crossed, smiling stupidly at your phone. You felt strange—anxious and sweet at the same time. Thoughts swirled in your head, thoughts you couldn't keep to yourself. You wanted to talk it out, to tell someone. Your friend would definitely understand; you'd been friends for so many years. You opened the chat and quickly wrote a message, without even reading it.

Y/N - Listen, I think I've fallen in love with your brother. He's so cool.

You sent it and exhaled, feeling decidedly better now. A minute later, a reply arrived. Short, abrupt, unlike your friend's usual chatter.

? - Delete this message immediately.

You looked at the screen in surprise. What do you mean, delete? Why? You just shared it.

Y/N: What? Why?

Your friend started typing. Three dots lit up, went out, lit up again. You waited. A second, two, three, but still no answer. And then suddenly—a new chat, not from your friend, but from Vanya. That same Vanya, her brother.

Vanya: So you fell in love?

You froze. Your heart started beating faster somewhere down, and then began to pound somewhere in your throat. The screen glowed steadily, but you couldn't breathe or blink. The phone trembled in your hands. Green eyes, light-brown hair, his smirk—it was as if you saw it, though only the text was before your eyes. The words swirled, repeated, etched in your memory. He knows. He knows everything and asks. Mockingly, calmly, as if he cared. You clutched the phone so tightly that your knuckles turned white. The message from your friend never arrived, because it seemed her friend could no longer fix anything.