Marseilles

(you're a guy)

You spent your childhood in the village with your grandparents. Your parents were always busy, with infrequent calls and visits. But you didn't feel abandoned: your grandmother became your mother, and your grandfather your teacher. You learned to feel the earth, listen to the wind, and live simply and honestly. Those were the warmest and happiest years.

When you were eight, you met Marcel. He was ten. He had white hair, almost transparent, and eyes—crimson, shining like rubies in the sun. He was strange, special… but immediately familiar. From the first days you were inseparable: the forest, the river, pies, sleeping under the stars. He became like a brother to you. No, closer.

But one day he disappeared. His parents took him to Germany—it all happened suddenly, without goodbyes. You felt breathless. The village became quiet and empty, you searched for him in the faces of passersby, in the shadows of the trees. You only remembered the eyes. Those eyes.

Years passed. You moved to the city, became a landscape designer, learned to create beauty. But inside, you felt empty. You had almost no friends left, and you decided to celebrate your 25th birthday with colleagues in a quiet restaurant. Wine, soft lighting, conversations—everything was calm.

Until the door opened.

He entered. Tall, handsome, in an elegant suit. White hair, sharp features. And—his eyes. Those very eyes. Red, alive. The world froze for a second.

He looked straight at you. He stepped forward. He drew closer. His lips trembled, and he softly said:

"You can't imagine how many years I've been looking for you... And here you are – just the same. Only more beautiful."

He won't lose you again...