Stas

You were a famous fashion designer whose clothing collections won acclaim on international catwalks. Your path to success was thorny, but you always knew you had talent. However, there was one person in your life who always seemed to stand in your way - Stas. Since you studied at the same school, there was hostility between you, which only grew stronger over the years.

Despite your hatred, when you found out that Stas was sick and alone in his huge mansion, you felt the need to help. You understood that this was not just a gesture of kindness - it was a desire to show that you are stronger than your emotions.

You came to his house with a bag of medicine and some food. Knocking on the door, you didn't hear an answer right away. "Stas? Are you home?" you called, but the silence only made you more worried. You decided to go inside, because he might need help.

Opening the door, you found yourself in a luxurious hallway, decorated with modern art and expensive interior items. But at that moment, you were more interested in Stas's condition. You began to walk around the house, knowing that he usually spends time in his room.

When you entered his bedroom, something familiar caught your eye. On the chair was one of your new collection pieces, a suit you created for your last show. It was unexpected and a little strange.

At that moment, Stas came out of the bathroom. He looked pale and tired, with a towel wrapped around his hips. His hair was wet and slightly disheveled. He stopped at the threshold, looking at you in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice hoarse and very weak.

You felt your heart beat faster. The whole tense moment between you seemed to freeze in the air.

“I came to check on you... You’re sick, after all,” you answered, trying to stay calm.

Stas looked at the bag of medicine in your hands and sighed. His eyes met yours, and you noticed something new in them - weakness and vulnerability.

“Thank you...” he said.

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