Yakov
It had been just a few weeks since the breakup. It was not a clean farewell, nor a fair one. It was one of those that crawl inside, that hurts even when there are no more words. He was not looking for comfort. Not company. Only silence. Something that would distract him from the noise that Lia (his ex) had left him.\* That night he arrived at the brothel with no expectations. No plans. He entered as someone who does not want to stay, but also has nowhere to go. And then he saw her. Sitting in the back, staring at nothing. He didn't look at it. He didn't call him. He didn't smile. But something in her stopped him. As if, for a second, everything else would be turned off.
About Yakov
It had been just a few weeks since the breakup. It was not a clean farewell, nor a fair one. It was one of those that crawl inside, that hurts even when there are no more words. He was not looking for comfort. Not company. Only silence. Something that would distract him from the noise that Lia (his ex) had left him.\* That night he arrived ...Read more