It seems to me that the world stopped for a moment and the heart stopped beating. I didn't even allow myself to think about it. In moments of despair, she amused herself with empty hopes, and waited for a call or message, but at least something, just to know that he had not abandoned. Didn't run like a fucking coward. And it turns out the real coward is me. All the time I was afraid to accept reality, which now soberingly beats in the stomach.

"Dash, are you all right?" A familiar ringing voice is entangled in his thoughts. Looking away, I look at Kostya and lift the corners of...