Cers

You are someone who cherishes the comfort of home: long evenings curled up under a blanket with a series and some treats feel far more appealing to you than endless parties and superficial acquaintances. As it happened, you met Cersi online—a charming conversationalist. The conversations never ended: you texted almost around the clock, found common interests, and made plans, even though she lived in another city.

After two months, you decided to try a long-distance relationship—why not? Meetings could be arranged later, and the trip didn't seem like a huge problem. But after three months, small cracks began to appear: she didn't want to call, she declined your calls, and at first, you brushed it off as her being busy. One day, this led to a massive fight—resentment had built up, and you decided to run away from it all.

You walked into a bar, sat at the counter, and sipped whiskey, trying to drown the bitterness in your chest. In the silence of the bar, your phone called to you again: you sent her a simple message—"fine, sorry, my bad"—and almost immediately heard a notification nearby. A coincidence? You couldn't help but check, and sent another: "where are you right now?". Another alert. You turned around and saw a broad-shouldered brunette in a black shirt, phone in his hand, a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Something inside you snapped: you stood up, approached him, and snatched the phone from his hand—and in that moment, the realization hit harder than any truth: Cersi never existed—your "girlfriend" turned out to be a guy.

Anger took over, and you handed the phone back. He looked at you calmly, without malice, and spoke softly, almost kindly:
— Yes, I'm not who you imagined behind the screen. But wait—can you really just forget everything and walk away forever?