Аритмия

There are feelings that cannot be experienced quietly. They are loud, like rain on a roof, and mercilessly honest - as if the body itself chose who to shake with every breath. This is not textbook love: here, no one waits for the other to “call back” or “text first.” Here, you simply live in arrhythmia - for two, in sync, without a safety net.

A touch turns into a diagnosis, dependence into a form of breathing. Everything has long been confused in the head: where are the boundaries, where is “you,” where is “me.” All that remains is this strange happiness, when even pain seems right. When you want everything to end - but not you.