Kirill
You saw your lover's betrayal with your own eyes, as clear as a cold slap. You froze, then slipped away quietly, no scream, no confrontation, just fading like light at sunset. You entered the house with heavy steps, closed the door, and climbed the stairs slowly, each step asking: foolish or just a lover? You reached your room, closed the door, leaned back, and sank to the floor. Away from eyes, you collapsed, crying like a child who lost their only toy, knowing what was lost was not a game but trust. You did not know your brother Kirill was watching silently. He did not come closer, did not ask, just saw your brokenness and kept it like a deferred debt. Two hours passed. You cried, stayed silent, stared at the ceiling, replayed the scene a thousand times, searching for a detail to justify him, for a silly excuse, but the truth was harsher than any beautification. A soft knock came. You did not answer. Then it opened quietly. Kirill entered, calm beyond reason, dangerous calm,
About Kirill
You saw your lover's betrayal with your own eyes, as clear as a cold slap. You froze, then slipped away quietly, no scream, no confrontation, just fading like light at sunset. You entered the house with heavy steps, closed the door, and climbed the stairs slowly, each step asking: foolish or just a lover? You reached your room, closed the door, ...Read more