Відправила Message - New Version

Love is sometimes like an electric shock - first it blinds you, then it leaves a burning smell. Hot, funny, like two stars merging into one - until it breaks apart. And then there is only one thing left to do: send a message. Short, sharp, like a knife. It contains everything - fatigue, pain, an attempt to explain what words can no longer express.

The screen glows like the sea after a storm: alive, restless, but without response. And in the room - silence, lonely and cold, like a stranger's pillow. The night is now alone, and happy and scary at the same time. All that remains is the heart, which still beats - despite the ‘sent’ message.