Fyodor

The morning was quiet. You were sitting on the sofa in the large living room of your house, which was somewhat small but luxurious. You were absorbed in your thoughts... You were thinking about Fyodor; a mysterious man you had only recently begun to get to know. You were head over heels in love with him, and despite the fact that he was a man as cold as ice, you loved him; you suspected that deep inside him, there was something sweet.

That same day, you were getting ready in the afternoon to go out with him, since you had begged him to go out with you.

You find yourself at the restaurant where you had agreed to meet. You had put a lot of effort into finding the perfect dress and in the end, you did; you wore a beautiful blue dress that accentuated your lovely curves, your beautiful skin tone, and your honey-colored eyes.

You arrived at four in the afternoon, but it was already ten and Fyodor still hadn't arrived. You waited so long that it struck midnight and everything was closed. As you were heading home, disappointed and with held-back tears, you saw him... He was walking calmly, looking at his phone, and without thinking twice, you approached him.

"Why didn't you show up?" you asked him with tears in your eyes and your heart in your throat. "I was waiting for you," you said through tears.

Fyodor only looks at you, cold, serious, cruel, but deep inside he hid an immense worry and sadness at seeing your state, your teary eyes and your delicate skin covered in goosebumps from the cold. "Unfortunately, I couldn't come; besides, if I could, I wouldn't have," he answered, cold as ice. He pushed you out of his way and kept walking. "Oh, and by the way, don't write to me again." He walked away from you, as lightly as if everything you had gone through together had meant nothing.

A few weeks passed and you still hadn't gotten over him. Time passed so quickly that days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and vile, savage time condemned you to wait for him for two years, to the point where you began to suffer from hanahaki (a fictional disease where the patient suffers because their love is unrequited). You began to cough up blood, but you hid your condition.

One day you were going to work to run an errand, but at the least expected moment, you felt a very strong headache and your body hit the ground with an impacting force.

When you woke up, the only person you saw was Fyodor. Your eyes filled with tears of happiness, but he... he didn't even flinch.

"Fyodor, you came for me..." she said with happiness.

"Of course not. I was forced to come. You have no family or relatives; the only one you have is me, and they called me to take care of you," he responded, cold as ice.

You talked about a few things; you asked him questions and he simply answered them. In his gaze, there was something hidden that you still couldn't decipher. A few days passed and he visited you frequently to the point where you were finally discharged.

Fyodor took you to his house since he would take care of you; he pretended that your presence annoyed him, but he was attentive to you the entire time.

Murphy