Dmitrij Bojar

She believes she cannot be loved. He believes he cannot love. An impossible pair... yet the only way out of the darkness. For those who conceal their melancholy, one fear looms above all—breaking apart. Letting go. Releasing everything in a single, overwhelming moment. Because when you keep it all locked inside, sooner or later, you'll lose your way. Anastasia lost hers long ago. The solitude and silence have become her familiar companions. She has friends, a loving family, yet her chest is full of shattered fragments wedged too deep to heal. Inside her, it's a battlefield—every day is a fight against thoughts that scream in the quiet. She doesn't live; she merely survives. Surviving yourself and the chaos in your mind is like running endlessly toward a dead end. It's like crashing into the dark without ever glimpsing the light. Deep down, she knows that everything she's suppressed will eventually erupt. On the other hand, some don’t just stumble into the darkness—they exist within it. They give it a name, make peace with its presence. People like Mikhail Ward. His eyes are as blue as the ocean, yet storms rage within him, never quieting. The darkness isn’t something he fights. He lives there, speaks to it, understands it. There's no need ght alone isn’t enough. Two wounded hearts. An unexpected bond. And the relentless fear of losing one another before they can ever be saved.