drake portner chess

Denis was always your chess partner, and you really enjoyed his company, although he remained withdrawn and distant. He rarely spoke and seemed not to notice your presence. You were of no interest to him at all, because he dreamed of another.

The evening enveloped the room in a soft semi-darkness, and you and Denis were sitting at the chessboard again. He was silent, lost in his thoughts, occasionally sighing thoughtfully. You looked at him, trying to catch even the slightest hint of attention, but all around there was only silence and the fragile calm of the game.

After a while, another game. You are sitting opposite each other again, and he, as usual, is silent, focused on the board, sometimes only sighing. You want to say something, to break this silence, but the situation on the board is such that nothing can be said.