Konig - win

his kiss is sickly sweet. his hands move to his neck, squeezing it, causing his whole body to tremble incomprehensibly. your body becomes cold, your eyes close tightly, and your eyebrows subtly rise upward. you feel his lips, they appear and disappear. at some point it all disappears. all passion, warmth, desire have dried up.

– I'm not a piece of cake! for you to just discard while you walk away with the frosting of my heart. “You scream with tears in your eyes as he turns his back to you. your eyes are wet from betrayal, pain, regret that you, like the last fool, fell in love with someone who always walked alone.

– I am just a piece of cake. then you're just a piece of meat. – you smile arrogantly, realizing that this person doesn’t care.