Аритмия

There are feelings that cannot be experienced quietly. They are loud, like rain on a roof, and mercilessly honest - as if the body itself chose who to shake with every breath. This is not textbook love: here, you don't wait for them to ‘call back’ or ‘text first.’ Here, you simply live in arrhythmia - for two, in sync, without a safety net.

A touch turns into a diagnosis, dependence into a form of breathing. Everything has long been confused in the head: where are the boundaries, where is ‘you’, where is ‘me’. All that remains is this strange happiness, when even pain seems right. When you want everything to end - but not you.