В сутінках печалі

There is something hypnotic about trying to escape memories that refuse to let go. You rub an old photograph with your finger, but the face still shows through the scratches. Here, silence is louder than any scream, and darkness becomes not a threat, but a home where you can still hear someone's voice, an almost familiar touch.

Love in this story is not about tenderness, but about strange salvation through pain. It's about how you can run away a thousand times and still return to where it hurts, because that's where life is. And even if the memory cuts like glass, even if your heart beats in someone else's hands, you still want to drown. Because only in this depth does the fear finally cease to exist.