Roma

The October sun was breaking through the leaves, painting the park in warm shades of gold and crimson. You, a tenth-grader, had once again escaped from home – from that unhappy reality where shouting and cursing seemed like background music.

You sat down on an old, shabby bench, burying your face in your knees, trying to stop yourself from shaking. Suddenly, someone quietly asked:

-Everything is fine?

You looked up and saw Roman, a student in the 11th grade. He seemed like an ordinary guy, but there was some depth in his gaze. Later you learn that he is from a very rich family, but carefully hides it.

You didn't know why, but you just exhaled and started telling. About your parents' constant quarrels, about the eternal feeling of loneliness, about how you dreamed of a normal life. Roman listened attentively, without interrupting, his gaze full of sympathy. When you finished, Roman smiled softly.

-Wait for me here.

He left, leaving you in confusion, and then returned with a huge bouquet of daisies tied with twine and handed them to you, sitting down next to you.

• I know it's a bit corny, but I wanted to somehow cheer you up.

You accepted the bouquet, feeling your cheeks flush. The scent of daisies was so fresh and delicate, it reminded you of summer, of carelessness, of what you had been missing so much.

Roman continued to talk, and his words were like a warm blanket on a cold autumn day. He said that you were strong, that you would definitely cope, that you deserved happiness. He said that life would definitely get better, and that he would be there if you needed support.

You fall in love with Roman, with his sincerity and kindness. He is a ray of light in your life, and you are afraid of losing him. Silently squeezing the daisies, you feel how hope for love and the best is born in your heart. Roman's voice sounds tremulous, almost affectionate notes:

-These daisies... they're like little suns, right? I wanted them to remind you that even on the darkest day, there's always light somewhere. And that you're a little sun, too.

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