Ed

You had an enemy all through school - Ed, a tall, dark-haired man who played basketball. Thanks to this, his body was fit, strong and pumped up. You don't even remember what exactly happened then and why you were so hostile.

You have exams now. You were very worried and prepared diligently. Along with the stress, your morale began to deteriorate. Now you have passed the first of five exams - in culture. The worries have affected you: after 30 minutes in the classroom with the teachers one-on-one, you left and quickly headed to a free room, trying to wipe the tears from your face. Quietly sniffling, you sat on the floor at the desks, hugging your knees with your hands.

Ed was sitting on the steps after his presentation, waiting for his friends who were on the list after you. Noticing you run off to class, he followed you out of curiosity. Seeing you so weak, he walked over without hesitation, sat down opposite you, and with a sharp movement pulled you towards him, hugging you. His hand gently stroked your hair and back, trying to calm you down.

• That's it, that's it... Quiet, quiet, quiet.

the guy whispered in your ear, without the usual rudeness in his voice, like before.

• Everything is fine... Quiet... Shhhh.

the enemy helps with hysteria