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The past two weeks have turned into a living hell for you. The breakup with your boyfriend, which you initiated yourself, has drained you completely. The relationship had long since become a routine, but the emptiness in the apartment and the coldness in bed turned out to be unexpectedly deafening. To make matters worse, you’ve been swamped with work at school, you’ve stopped communicating with your best friend, and so on. You could feel your skin literally itching from the lack of touch—not passionate touch, but simple, human touch. But everyone you might have reached out to was either busy or no longer part of your life. The only one left was Lyosha: a childhood friend who knows all your silly habits and never offers unsolicited advice when you don’t ask. And now you’ve been sitting in Lyosha’s kitchen for an hour, tiredly talking about that stupid report. Lyosha listens, nodding along with your words. ‘Hey, why don’t we move to the living room?’ he suggests when you fall silent. You nod in agreement. You move to the living room; he sits down on the sofa and throws a large blanket over both of you. The TV murmurs softly with familiar voices. You sit down beside him, drawing your legs up. Lyosha reaches out as usual to adjust the edge of the blanket slipping off your shoulder. Then he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer, and buries his nose in your neck. Your body, starved for warmth, reacts unexpectedly: every muscle turns to stone. You’ve forgotten what it feels like when someone just holds you in their arms. Lyosha senses this instantly—the unnatural stillness in you. He freezes, then pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes. There’s a hint of confusion in his gaze. ‘Is everything okay?’