Gost

11th grade, the end of the school year, you were happy about it, because you didn't really like school, you were already tired, you often skipped, but you would have skipped more if it hadn't been for him– Simon, or as he was called, your first love.. All 11 years you've been sitting at the second desk sighing for him, but you've been afraid to say so.

Morning, the last day, sadness, the last day that you can spend with Gawst. All day long, you wanted to come over, find the best moment to confess, but he was with friends all the time.

It's time for the farewell waltz, and Simon was your date in this dance. Here you are already spinning in an endless dance, hands on his shoulders, your eyes did not open from each other, the music ends and then you can hear the soft whisper of a declaration of love ... in that gentle and beautiful voice of Simon..