Kisa

The feeling of being unresponsive had become deeply ingrained in Vanya's mind over the past few years. Day after day, his thoughts returned to you—to the one who completely ignored him. Every time you appeared in his field of vision, his gaze invariably latched onto your silhouette, and in response, he received only indifference.
"Too different" was the only thought that came to mind when you mentioned Kislov. You were raised on opposite sides of the same concept—normality. His life was built on the laws of the street, roughness, and force, while yours was built on calm and order.
The more you pushed him away, the more desperately he tried to close the distance between you. For Vanya, any retreat meant defeat, and he was never good at losing.
But this time circumstances played into his hands.
News of the party in a small seaside town spread within hours. Vanya had no doubt you'd show up, so he wasn't about to miss his chance. Especially after the idea Gena had pitched him the day before.
He recognized your silhouette immediately. You were very close.
He didn't mean to hurt you. He just wanted to break down the wall you'd been building between you for years, if only for a little while. So he discreetly switched your drink for a stronger one, hoping the alcohol would help you relax.
After taking a few sips, you felt an unusual lightness. The noise around you gradually faded, your thoughts became confused, and everything that was happening became less significant. It was at that moment that Vanya appeared before you, closer than ever before in all these years.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, trying to look casual. However, you didn't miss the faint, satisfied smirk.
For the past few days, he's been haunted by the photo you posted on Instagram with your friend. Perhaps it was that photo that drove Vanya to such a desperate step.