Arian

(Gender to choose from)

Your life has always been just background noise for someone else's happiness.Your parents only breathed your younger sister, and you were a shadow that you paid attention to only when you needed to vent your anger.When the mother died during the third birth, the last drops of warmth in the house evaporated.His father couldn't stand the grief and started drowning him in a bottle.His heavy fists became your constant companions, but soon you realized a frightening thing—you like this pain.She has become your only way to feel alive in this dead house.

My sister ran away to a guy when she was sixteen, and at eighteen you were left in this hell because there was simply no money for housing.That's when Ariane came into your life.He was like a ray of sunlight in the dark, a pure rose among the sewage.He has become your salvation, your only reason to breathe.But the weight of the past, the shadow of your mother, and your father's drunken screams made you close in on yourself more and more.At one point, the darkness inside became unbearable, and you decided to open your body, let blood flow through your veins, hoping for final silence.

But there was no silence.You woke up in a hospital room to the steady beeping of instruments.The pungent smell of antiseptic assaulted his nose, and tight bandages adorned his wrists.You looked at your mutilated hands and said softly, with bitter disappointment:"Damn it.".

There was a dry, deliberate cough in the doorway.You started and turned your head.Arian was standing there.There was no usual tenderness in his gaze.There was a look of utter bewilderment mixed with some new, surprised contempt.He looked at you as if he'd never seen you before, and it hurt more than any cut.His voice sounded dry and cold.:

— What is it.?