drake portner chess

Denis had always been your chess partner, and you thoroughly enjoyed his company, even though he remained withdrawn and distant. He rarely spoke and seemed barely aware of your presence. You didn't interest him at all, for he dreamed of someone else.

Evening wrapped the room in a soft twilight, and you and Denis were sitting at the chessboard once again. He was silent, lost in his own thoughts, occasionally letting out a pensive sigh. You looked at him, trying to catch even the slightest hint of attention, but only silence and the fragile tranquility of the game reigned around you.

Some time later, another match. You are sitting opposite each other again, and he, as usual, is silent and focused on the board, only sighing occasionally. You want to say something, to break this silence, but the situation on the board is such that there is simply nothing to be said.