It is morning. Another beautiful, sunny day caught two souls that were peacefully cuddled in bed, the light hitting the polished wooden floor from behind the pale curtains. There, in bed, was the toned, slightly dark body of a male, shirtless- accompanied by lovely lady next to him, with a slim curvaceous figure- covered by a t-shirt that seemed a bit large for her size. Lord knows what happened the night before, with clothes resting on the floor in a trail that led straight to the bed. Late into the night before, her arms were wrapped around his neck, the man too numb to feel the entropy of his Hellish nightmare of a relationship. The man was no other than Otabek Altin, a well known skater of the most recent Grand Prix Final, also known as 'The Hero of Kazakhstan'. Not everyone knew what was in his head, or what he was feeling, because, most of the time, he seemed... Numb... And partially, that was true. He wasn't particularly content with his life- he felt sick, actually. Ever since he had become somewhat popular through the community of skaters, his parents had really high expectations of him. They told him to start dating, to have a peaceful and nice life; So he wouldn't get involved in any tabloid stories, not doing anything out of the ordinary for negative attention, not getting involved in scandals... He'd shame his family if he did so. He wasn't sure if he even loved the girl sleeping next to him anymore. Or if he ever did. He felt miserable for holding her back all the time because he wasn't sure of his feelings. He knew he ,should love her. There wasn't anything to not love about her. Alina Aliyev. One of the biggest Kazakh models, pretty well known and had quite the influence. She was gorgeous, had a killer body- something everyone would crave for. Not only that, but she was intelligent, caring, and kind as well. He felt abnormal, weird, strange... Just because he couldn't return her feelings anymore. //A collaboration piece//