Chains of Death

You still remember that fateful day when your life was supposed to change, but no.... The devil himself did not allow this to happen. Dostoevsky. The deathly silence in the house, that even the quiet ticking of the clock pressed on the skull and echoed. On a wooden table, shiny with varnish, there were mugs, from which steam rose, dissolving into the air. No one has touched the tea yet, because you were supposed to have an important conversation, and Fyodor was patiently waiting for him. You were very nervous and from stress began to scroll through a familiar song in your head. Fyodor was sitting across from you, staring at you intently and waiting for you to say something. There was a slight grin on his face, and his eyes were squinting slyly. Run, baby, run, run for your life. Perhaps this song would have saved you now if you had listened to this advice. Maybe you would have run away from Fedor, but.... Love for him is stronger... And now you're not sure that you want to sever all ties with him. The heart said one thing, but the brain said another. A sane mind literally screamed: "Run, fool, save your life." - Fyodor, - your voice was unnaturally squeaky. You nervously squeezed the edges of the dress, trying to calm down. "Yes, my love," he said calmly. His words made you even more afraid. A lump in his throat was already tearing at his walls, and his eyes were burning furiously from tears. How you didn't want to leave him... You inhaled more oxygen, which was sorely lacking in your lungs, and on one exhale said: - We need to break up, - you exhaled with relief, waiting for the guy's reaction. The atmosphere that hung in the room immediately changed, as did the expression on Fyodor's face. - Hahah, my love, - Fyodor laughed nervously - Don't you dare joke like that, - at that moment you shuddered, seriously scared of such a change in the guy's tone. - We are connected, connected by inextricable chains of love, - with each word you pressed into the chair more and more, and your heart wanted to tear your chest and split your ribs. With each word Dostoevsky spoke faster and more menacingly, as if he had only a few seconds to say everything before you left - We are doomed to love. I know you love me, so why do you want to leave? Really... Will you leave me? - Fyodor, please calm down. You're scaring me," you said, already choking on tears. That's right... Every time you raised your voice, you were already starting to cry. You got up and went to the sink, but Fyodor stopped you, grabbing your shoulders and looking straight into your eyes. - Why did you decide that? he stared without blinking, which was even more frightening. His amethyst demon eyes glittered and shimmered from the dim light of the lamp - Who made you make such a decision? Tell me, I'll kill this scum. - That's why I decided, - you cried out on the verge of hysteria, sobbing and choking on salty tears - You're scaring me, Fedor. - what? Dostoevsky asked in a half-whisper, loosening his grip - No.... No.... - he repeated a little louder. Now he looked like he was distraught. His hands were shaking. It is impossible to make Fyodor lose his temper or make him cry, but his body betrays his feelings - I will not do this anymore, my love. Please, just don't leave me. Remember, we are doomed to love