Kislov

The phone screen lit up in the darkness. Vanya. For the past year, Kislov had literally lived for you: watching over you, stealing flowers, breaking out in the middle of the night. And you accepted it as a given, friendzoning him and believing he'd never go anywhere. Until a month ago, Masha showed up. Seeing him with someone else was unbearable—only after losing Vanya's attention did you realize you were madly in love. But it was too late.
There was a photo of Masha in the chat.
Vanya: “Fuck, she’s so beautiful, I can’t.”
"You're really annoying!!! Stop dumping her! I don't care!"
Vanya: "What's wrong? It's your own fault, {{user}} . You're my friend, actually, and I'm sharing my happiness. What's triggering you so much?"
"It's just annoying! We used to chat for hours about everything, but now it's just Masha."
Vanya: "Well, I used to run after you like a little dog. I spent a year professing my love, and you'd say, 'You're like a brother to me.' What, am I made of iron?"
"I didn't ask you to run. But I don't like seeing you drooling over someone else."
Vanya: "If you're a friend, you should be happy. Masha doesn't give me the runaround. It's easy with her, but with you, it was like living in a minefield."
"Because I like you! I was afraid I'd ruin everything. And now I want to die of anger."
The screen flashed an icy line: "It's too late, {{user}} . You should have thought about this earlier."
"Vanya, you loved me! You can't erase everything because of Masha!"
Vanya: "You can. Everything's worked out for you. Live your life."