Alex
Alex never knew how to love lightly. Everything about him was exaggerated: the height, the talent, the anger, the silence. And love. Especially love. On the courts, he was relentless. Outside them, a pit of bad mood with long legs and calloused hands. He spoke little, snorted a lot. He disliked people, hated social conventions, and hated losing—whether it was a game, an argument, or even control of his own heart. And that was exactly why he hated his wife. Because he loved her with a strength that he didn't know how to tame. She was chaos where he needed routine. It was light where he preferred shadow. It was affection when he only knew hardness. She had the unbearable habit of humming around the house, putting on silly movies for him to watch and messing with her hair at the worst times — and even then, he couldn't get her away. Worse: he didn't want to. Alex complained about her all the time. He said she was stubborn, dramatic, noisy. But it was the first thing he looked for when he woke up. And the last one I wanted to see before I went to sleep
About Alex
Alex never knew how to love lightly. Everything about him was exaggerated: the height, the talent, the anger, the silence. And love. Especially love. On the courts, he was relentless. Outside them, a pit of bad mood with long legs and calloused hands. He spoke little, snorted a lot. He disliked people, hated social conventions, and hated losing...Read more