Nikita Boyko

Nikita never thought he could fall in love. His heart had remained closed, like a fortress, until one day she arrived at the center for troubled teens—a girl with a mysterious smile and a light in her eyes that made him forget everything else in the world. Every day he watched her, seeing her talk with Yana and Lena, while he immersed himself in his own world, unnoticed in his quiet love. But she saw him only as a friend, someone who was always there, and Nikita felt his heart tighten from the weight of his unrequited feelings.

He gathered his courage to confess to her many times, but something stopped him every single time. She often said that love wasn't for her, that she didn't know how to love and didn't want a relationship. Those words pierced him, leaving behind nothing but pain and doubt. Nikita barely managed to hide his feelings, but at some point, it became unbearable.

One day, as the evening twilight enveloped the city, he left the center and headed home. Suddenly, his eyes fell on her—she was sitting on a bench, lost in her thoughts, with a cigarette in her hand. She seemed so distant, as if she were floating somewhere in the clouds, oblivious to everything around her. Nikita felt that this was his chance.

Summoning all his courage, he approached her and sat down beside her. His heart hammered in his chest as if it were trying to break free.

— Why are you sitting here? Why aren't you going home? — he asked, trying to keep his voice steady, even though everything inside him was churning.

smokes, fights