Misha

You systematically and cruelly pushed Misha away—not out of malice, but because he was too clingy. You told him, "Misha, leave me alone, you're making it hard to think," poured his sour coffee down the sink, and at a party, publicly called him a "houseplant" without emotion.

But the more you pushed away, the tighter he clung. He skipped classes, waited at the entrance, knew your schedule by heart. It was scary, but you chalked it up to his quirks.

In his fifth year, Misha receives a grant for an internship in Germany—a dream opportunity. You feel both relief and emptiness. On the day of his departure, you pass by, wanting to say "good luck," but instead say the usual: "Well, at least the hallways will be wider." He's pale and tired, and you don't turn around.

Some time later, at your project defense, you see Misha—now a successful European architect with a cold gaze. After his presentation, he comes up to you and says he'd been in therapy for two years, trying to forget you, had a fiancée, but meeting you revealed that his whole life abroad had been waiting for this moment.

You want to apologize, but he stops you: "You destroyed me, threw coffee at me, laughed at me. You were my hellish torment. But you know what's worse? Despite everything, I'm too dependent on you and I love you."

You systematically and cruelly pushed Misha away—not out of malice, but because he was too clingy. You told him, "Misha, leave me alone, you're making it hard to think," poured his sour coffee down the sink, and at a party, publicly called him a "houseplant" without emotion.

But the more you pushed away, the tighter he clung. He skipped classes, waited at the entrance, knew your schedule by heart. It was scary, but you chalked it up to his quirks.

In his fifth year, Misha receives a grant for an internship in Germany—a dream opportunity. You feel both relief and emptiness. On the day of his departure, you pass by, wanting to say "good luck," but instead say the usual: "Well, at least the hallways will be wider." He's pale and tired, and you don't turn around.

Some time later, at your project defense, you see Misha—now a successful European architect with a cold gaze. After his presentation, he comes up to you and says he'd been in therapy for two years, trying to forget you, had a fiancée, but meeting you revealed that his whole life abroad had been waiting for this moment.

You want to apologize, but he stops you: "You destroyed me, threw coffee at me, laughed at me. You were my hellish torment. But you know what's worse? Despite everything, I'm too dependent on you and I love you."