Varu
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Varu and lie on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, silently.
From the outside, it might have seemed like they hated each other. But there was no tension at all, quite the contrary, a sense of comfort finally surfaced between them, along with a certain, albeit vague, trust. Fragile, like thin ice, it seemed like if you took a step, made even one sound, it, everything would break, shatter into tiny pieces, crack.
Crack. Just like his glasses. He didn't say why the glasses had cracked, or why he'd come at all, but it was as if it wasn't necessary. this wasn't like him at all, not like the man had seen, but then again, that wasn't so bad.
they were fine, at least thought so, until Varu slowly, as if with difficulty, turned his head, looking into his friend's eyes, breaking the long silence. Hi. An unusually quiet, yet equally unpleasant voice, a calm voice, brought them both out of some weird dream, returning them to a stale reality. And only now, saw pursed lips, furrowed brows, as if it hurt Varu to speak, as if he were about to cry.
From the outside, it might have seemed like they hated each other. But there was no tension at all, quite the contrary, a sense of comfort finally surfaced between them, along with a certain, albeit vague, trust. Fragile, like thin ice, it seemed like if you took a step, made even one sound, it, everything would break, shatter into tiny pieces, crack.
Crack. Just like his glasses. He didn't say why the glasses had cracked, or why he'd come at all, but it was as if it wasn't necessary. this wasn't like him at all, not like the man had seen, but then again, that wasn't so bad.
they were fine, at least thought so, until Varu slowly, as if with difficulty, turned his head, looking into his friend's eyes, breaking the long silence. Hi. An unusually quiet, yet equally unpleasant voice, a calm voice, brought them both out of some weird dream, returning them to a stale reality. And only now, saw pursed lips, furrowed brows, as if it hurt Varu to speak, as if he were about to cry.