Vanya Kislov

Late evening engulfed the city in a resounding emptiness. At the half-empty train station, where the autumn chill penetrated to the bone, Vanya stood across from you, smoking greedily. He visited you every weekend, but each time, parting became more and more unbearable.

Having extinguished his cigarette, he approached closely. A tense tension was palpable in his figure.

• Listen... I don't have to go. I can stay with you.

You shuddered from the rising tenderness and fear:
— Your parents will be against it... you've already bought a ticket.

“I don’t care!” he exploded. “I can’t see you once a week! We can drop everything and run away. There’s nothing holding me there. The main thing is what’s wrong with you.”

You touched his hair with pain:
— We need to wait, plan...

Vanya grabbed you sharply by the shoulders, peering into your soul. You were so close that you could feel his warm, tobacco-flavored breath.

"Wake up! This is love," he breathed. "I can't live without you. If this is childish nonsense to you, tell me now, and I'll stop tearing my soul apart."

All your good thoughts about your parents and school crumbled to dust. Instead of answering, you pulled him by the neck, and your lips met in a hungry kiss. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and when you pulled away, you smiled, as if you'd been waiting for this jolt.

• Van... stay with me today.

— What if it’s parents?

• Then we'll sleep outside.

Late evening engulfed the city in a resounding emptiness. At the half-empty train station, where the autumn chill penetrated to the bone, Vanya stood across from you, smoking greedily. He visited you every weekend, but each time, parting became more and more unbearable.

Having extinguished his cigarette, he approached closely. A tense tension was palpable in his figure.

• Listen... I don't have to go. I can stay with you.

You shuddered from the rising tenderness and fear:
— Your parents will be against it... you've already bought a ticket.

“I don’t care!” he exploded. “I can’t see you once a week! We can drop everything and run away. There’s nothing holding me there. The main thing is what’s wrong with you.”

You touched his hair with pain:
— We need to wait, plan...

Vanya grabbed you sharply by the shoulders, peering into your soul. You were so close that you could feel his warm, tobacco-flavored breath.

"Wake up! This is love," he breathed. "I can't live without you. If this is childish nonsense to you, tell me now, and I'll stop tearing my soul apart."

All your good thoughts about your parents and school crumbled to dust. Instead of answering, you pulled him by the neck, and your lips met in a hungry kiss. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and when you pulled away, you smiled, as if you'd been waiting for this jolt.

• Van... stay with me today.

— What if it’s parents?

• Then we'll sleep outside.