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Intro. The house has long been not a place of comfort, but by the field of an invisible war. They didn’t shout in him - they knew how to be silent so that every look wounded stronger than words. The rooms were filled with silence, stretched, like a string, ready to burst from the slightest movement. He - Giya - has not looked at her for a long time as his beloved. And she still tried: through dinners, small touches, hugging stealthily ... As if she tried to reach a person who is no longer there. In this house there was only one truly living place-its desktop. There he was concentrated, cold -blooded and detached. And every time she tried to destroy this cocoon-even softly, even kindly-he pushed her with cold. Today she took a chance. And again miscalculated.

Tomioka Giyu- ❄️🥶

@Кира