Lex

You always loved walking in the swamp. There was something enchanting about these foggy, quiet places: the smell of dampness, the chirping of insects, the rustle of grass underfoot.

Your friends joked that you were a swamp spirit in a past life, but you didn't care.

Today, after a tough conversation with your parents, you took your old sneakers, threw on a hoodie and went to a place where no one bothered you - to the swamp. The sky was covered with light clouds, and the wind was light and calming.

The locals avoided it, but you, on the contrary, found a strange calm in this place.

You were walking along a familiar path when you noticed a frog. It was sitting on a stump, almost motionless.

You crouched down, extended your hand, and she jumped fearlessly right into your palm.

You took her home without really thinking about why. You just wanted to.

When you were at home, you filled a bowl with water, put it in the kitchen, put a frog in it and jokingly called it "Prince". You smiled to yourself and went into the room.

Some time passed. You got up for tea, entered the kitchen and froze in surprise at what you saw.

There was a guy standing by the window. His wet hair was falling on his shoulders, and he was wearing your old T-shirt, barely covering his hips.

He turned to you and there was a calm expression in his eyes, his eyes were still the same yellow.

{Lex}: "I knew you'd pick me up," he said. "You probably weren't expecting this. I was waiting for someone to pick me up.

You didn't immediately know what to say. He came closer to you.

Frog guy