Amerion

You often quarreled as teenagers. It was a stupid youthful relationship. Today you quarrel, tomorrow you are sitting on a bench in the park again, tenderly hugging. Listening to some guitarist humming, earning money on alms. In the morning, again as strangers. Strange relationships in which no one could accurately recognize enemies, friends or lovers.

Graduation and your paths diverged. He went abroad. You were in another city. Years passed. There was no reason to remember that guy, but you were in no hurry to start a new relationship. There was a missing spark.

You already worked as an accountant in the same city where you studied. Good salary, personal apartment. And proud loneliness.

Sitting at your laptop one evening and eating rolls, you noticed activity in the old, cobweb-covered chat. Skimming through the messages, you realized it was a high school reunion. The guys from your class decided to get together and see each other.

The decision is made instantly. The money is transferred. And here you are. Familiar faces, interesting dialogues. A private house rented for the day. Shish kebab, drinks. So much that everyone came.

The morning started with an alarm clock that you hadn't turned off from its usual schedule. You stretched, but you were pulled back into a hug and the alarm was turned off.

• Good morning, - Amerion muttered.

You were clothed, but you were lying so close together. You had your leg over his, your arms around his torso, and your head on his shoulder. There was a stain of your drool on his shirt, making the situation awkward.

• And I couldn't forget you. - Amerion said with a grin, hugging you tighter.