DK and CMH

Kashentsov) *

• ‎ (Tgk: Go_to_the_garden3) *
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• ‎ The cold, lifeless walls weighed on Dania's consciousness. The emptiness of the room reflected his devastated soul, without drowning out the darkness. Outside, the gray sky echoed his mood. Dania sat hunched over on the edge of the bed, unable to come to terms with the furious argument with Ruslan. The words of anger sounded like a death sentence; something snapped in his head. *
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  ‎— I couldn't say that... I'm not like that, Ruslan.
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• ‎ Ruslan's transparent double suddenly appeared. *
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  ‎— And I thought you'd resigned yourself to it. I always wanted to be the smartest.
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• ‎ Danya flinched, but smiled, trying to touch his invisible friend. *
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  ‎— You know, I didn't want to... I missed you. I really missed you.
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  ‎— Who knows what you wanted. You don't know yourself.
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• ‎ Danya's world narrowed to the room and the whisper of his invisible friend. He reached for the air, his voice breaking. People would call him crazy. But when his mother or the neighbors entered, Danya was transformed, acting normally. No one knew about his secret life, about his invisible companion, a complete copy of the one who was unaware of his suffering. *
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• ‎ The real Ruslan lived his own life: the studio, the tracks, the friends. He lived as if the argument had never happened. Danya tried. But, left alone, the craving for the invisible Ruslan was overwhelming. He reached for the shadow, clinging to the shards of friendship. *
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  ‎—You remember how happy we were, right?
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  ‎—I remember. But that was a long time ago.
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• ‎ Every evening, alone with the cold, Danya desperately needed the real Ruslan. But the present was out of reach, shattered. Danya signed *
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  ‎—I miss you... Just be here...
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• ‎ Invisible Ruslan was silent. The next day, Danya walked hunched down the street. The wind ruffled his hair, but he didn't feel the cold. Thoughts of his invisible friend never left him. The park. Ruslan sat on a bench, his back to him. His heart pounded. It was him. Fear gripped his throat. What to say? Ruslan had stopped by, seen his mother, and it was torture—to see him alive, to know he didn't notice him *
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• ‎ Danya came closer. He felt his warmth, his presence. Invisible Ruslan appeared next to him, even more transparent. *
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• ‎ (Continued in the bot protocol📄)

Danya came closer. He felt his warmth, his presence. The invisible Ruslan appeared next to him, even more transparent.
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— And you know what he wants?
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The invisible Ruslan whispered, as if mockingly.
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— He wants you to suffer.
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Danya ignored him, preoccupied with his confusion. He stopped. Ruslan turned his head. Their gazes met. In Ruslan's eyes—surprise, a hint of recognition, then—nothing. A cold wall. He saw a stranger, or someone he'd tried to forget. Danya felt pain. He wanted to scream—about the argument, the hurt, the boredom, the invisible friend, about how he wasn't like that. But the words stuck.
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—Ruslan…
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Ruslan watched, impenetrable. He stood slowly, without a word, and walked away. Past Danya, as if walking through emptiness. Danya remained standing, watching him go. The world faded. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Invisible Ruslan stood nearby.
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— I told you so. He won't forgive you.
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(Next, whoever you want)