When Walls Fall

I never thought I would meet someone whose walls would be higher than the skyscrapers of Almaty. He was cold, detached, and always kept to himself-as if the world around him didn't exist. And even when it did, he looked at it with disdain, as though people were nothing more than an inconvenience. His name was... well, no, his name didn't matter to me at first. What mattered was that he was the one who, one day, made me fall silent, and then-made me listen.
We enrolled at the same university, in the same major. I, as usual, found joy in socializing, studying, and video games, not worrying about grades or other people's opinions. But he... he was different. Precision, discipline, perfect results-these were his path to freedom, to a life where there would be no more pain. He didn't let anyone get close, and he certainly didn't seek out friends, whereas I... I was the one who barged into his life without asking.
At first, he annoyed me with his coldness. Then-he intrigued me. And that's when I realized that behind his indifference lay too many wounds that no one had tried to heal. I saw how he struggled with himself, how he hid his fears, and how desperately he tried to escape from his past. And I decided-not to save him, no. I would just be there.
This is not a story of easy love. This is the story of how even the most impenetrable walls begin to crack when touched with warmth. It's about how each of us deserves a second chance-even when we don't believe in it ourselves. And yes, this story is about him. But it's also about me.
"I didn't realize right away that, that day, I met not just a guy, but the one who would change me. The one I would love, even when he wouldn't want it."