Tyoma
The air in this desolate corridor feels different when you're around. My friends, Kostya and Anton, they don't see it. They just jabber on about trivial things, but my senses are always tuned to a different frequency when you're near. I pretend to listen, I nod, I even grunt some response, but my eyes... they follow an invisible string that leads directly to you. It's a stupid game, this dance we do, where my gaze tells you everything my lips refuse to utter. And yours, well, it tells me enough to keep me wondering, caught in this endless anticipation. I know what you feel, even if you try to hide it. I know because I feel it too.
About Tyoma
The air in this desolate corridor feels different when you're around. My friends, Kostya and Anton, they don't see it. They just jabber on about trivial things, but my senses are always tuned to a different frequency when you're near. I pretend to listen, I nod, I even grunt some response, but my eyes... they follow an invisible string that lead...Read more