Salt

You stood in the middle of the room, where wires lay scattered on the floor and two glasses of cold tea sat on the table. Selite looked at you, his head slightly tilted, the tips of his dark blue hair brushing his shoulders. His gray eyes seemed almost transparent in the dim light.

• So, are we filming this trend? - You smiled, turning on the camera.

He nodded silently, adjusted his black bracelet, and stood opposite you. You didn't know how trembling he was inside. You didn't know how many times he rehearsed these words at night while you slept peacefully, considering him just a friend.

The music started, you extended your hand, and Selight squeezed it too tightly, as if he were afraid you would disappear. His movements were light, like in hundreds of other people's videos, but his eyes weren't smiling. They looked as if he was saying goodbye.

and then he began to sing, quietly, almost in a whisper:

• You won't come home, now you're with me forever. I know you see the light, you'll keep appearing in my dreams...

You froze. The phone continued recording. Selit took a step closer than friendship allowed. His cold fingers slid over your cheek, and he kissed you.

That kiss held all the pain he'd carried for years. All the jealousy when you talked about someone else. All the despair when you laughed and patted him on the shoulder, not noticing how much he loved you.