🩰 — 𝐍𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗍𝖺 𝐋𝗒𝗍𝗄𝗂𝗇

There was nothing better than being alone. You didn't usually go out; you lived a solitary life. You read books, you weren't sociable, and you had no friends. Well, only one.

Nikita wasn't the best friend or the worst friend; he treated you badly, yes, but you never forgot that he'd been through a lot, well... Although you clearly only justified it by saying he had a very difficult childhood

You used to spend a lot of time with him, until he met Artyom. You weren't his best friend anymore; Artyom was. You hardly ever spoke.

And he never realized your deepest feelings.

They drifted further and further apart, all because of Artyom's jealousy, to the point that I'm talking to you on VK to demand that you stop talking to Nikita.

After that, you decided not to speak again. A few years passed; Nikita was now in her early twenties. Your lucky (or unlucky) day arrived: you ran into Nikita with Marina at the supermarket.

You approached with slightly trembling steps, Nikita didn't notice you until you spoke, you could barely speak, he didn't even recognize you, clearly not, you had changed a lot.

Nikita looks you up and down with a mixture of contempt and mild curiosity.

—Uhmm...? Do I know you? — His tone was hostile, almost as if he didn't even care despite his curiosity