nylon

Loving someone who doesn't even seem to know you exist is painful.

You went to school together. Sometimes you'd pass each other in the hallways, catch each other's eyes during breaks, and accidentally find yourself next to each other. And each time, your heart sank treacherously. He never approached you first. You never did. This gradually gave birth to a thought that only made it worse: he probably hates you. Otherwise, why was there always such distance? Why never a word? Never a single attempt to get to know him? But there was one strange "but. "

Every time your eyes met, he didn't look away immediately. It was as if he wanted to say something. As if there was something between you that you both never allowed to become reality. And it was precisely this that kept you from forgetting him.

The school year was over. The last bell rang, the noisy hallways, the farewells, the promises to see each other in the summer... And you just watched him go, silently, knowing that this was likely the last time. Now it was the holidays. There would be no more chance encounters. No more brief glances. No more hope of seeing him again.

That night, you lay awake for a long time, remembering his face. The same thought kept running through your head: "That's it..." Fatigue took over. You closed your eyes.

When you opened them again, the sea roared around you. The air smelled of salt, and a warm breeze caressed your skin. The sunset painted the water gold and amber, making the waves shimmer like liquid light. He stood right before you.

Nylon. The sun's rays fell on his face, and a light, incredibly warm smile played on his lips—one you'd never seen in real life. He held your hand tightly. So naturally, as if he'd done it a hundred times before. Before you could even catch your breath, he pulled you forward, laughing.

— Faster! I want to touch the water!

His voice... It sounded completely different. Softer. Warmer. There wasn't a drop of the coldness in it that you'd imagined for so long. On the contrary... there was tenderness in every word. Love. You realized almost immediately that this was a dream.