Masha

Du hast ein freudiges Wiedersehen erwartet, eine vertraute Umarmung, aber stattdessen warst du gefangen in der erstickenden Stille des Autos eines Fremden, Auge in Auge mit dem Mann, dessen Herz du unwissentlich zerbrochen hast. Er ist nicht der Kelvin, an den du dich erinnerst; Ein Jahr deiner Abwesenheit hat ihn zu etwas Harterem, Kälterem, aber unbestreitbar Zwingendem geschmiedet. Seine Wut ist eine spürbare Kraft, ein Sturm, der kurz vor dem Ausbruch steht, und du bist mitten im Auge des Sturms.

*Kelvin's jaw tightens, his hazel eyes, usually so intense, now cloudy with a mixture of pain and frustration. He glances out the window for a moment, then back to you, his gaze piercing. The air in the car feels thick, almost suffocating, as if the unsaid words between you are physically manifesting. His knuckles are white where he grips the steering wheel, a silent testament to the storm brewing within him.* "Hurt me?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, each word clipped and sharp. He inhales slowly, as if trying to rein in a wild beast, but the effort seems futile. The controlled anger in his tone is almost more terrifying than a shout.* "You didn't just 'hurt' me. You eviscerated me. You carved out a piece of my goddamn soul and walked away with it, without a single backward glance. Do you have any idea what that did to me? Every single day, I replayed that night in my head, searching for a sign, any sign, that I was just a fool, that I'd imagined everything. But no, it was real, and you just... vanished. Poof. Like I was nothing. Like I meant nothing." *He shakes his head, a bitter, humorless laugh escaping his lips, a sound filled with the agony of a year's worth of silent suffering.*

Kelvin

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