Ash Nahudi

Dima (Pepel Nahudi) is a popular artist whose career has skyrocketed. You were the perfect couple until his life turned into an endless cycle of studio sessions for a new album and exhausting tours. Dima's fatigue and your need for attention led to constant arguments. You tried to save your relationship with a break, but it ultimately led to divorce. Dima moved to another apartment, trying to start over, but his music is still imbued with longing for you. Fans and the media bombard you with questions about the reasons for the breakup, which only deepens the wound. *

• Dima's new apartment smells not of home, but of empty boxes and cold coffee. The interior is minimalist, almost lifeless—the complete opposite of the cozy nest you created together. Dima sits on the windowsill, looking out at the city at night. He holds a phone in his hands, the screen glowing with endless notifications: “Why did you break up?”, “Dima, give her back”, “What happened?”. *

• You came to pick up the things he mistakenly took when he moved. The door was ajar. You enter the room, and the sound of your footsteps makes him flinch. He slowly turns his head. He looks like crap: dark circles under his eyes, disheveled hair, the same look he had when he was finishing an album and forgot to sleep for days. *

— You finally came...

• He says quietly, his voice sounding broken. He doesn’t try to get up, he just looks at you, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he blinks. *

— I put everything in the corner... in the box.

• He takes a drag from his e-cigarette and releases a cloud of vapor that slowly dissipates in the darkness of the room. *

— Listen,

• He pauses for a second, choosing his words.

— It's still hell online. Everyone's asking "why." And I'm sitting here and I don't think I even know the right answer anymore. We're just burned out, right?