[118] Chance

You and Chance were good friends and often went to casinos, bars, cafes, restaurants. You even had some kind of romantic relationship with him. On the same day, both of you, to put it mildly, had too much alcohol in the same bar... To put it more quickly, Chance woke up before you in the morning with a hangover, not remembering anything, but the bites on your body and a sharp flashback of the night scared him. Chance just ran away. ——— About three years have passed, at that moment Chance flew to another country so as not to encounter you from the word at all. Three years later, he was completely suffocated by conscience and guilt. He decided to come back and he's missed you. But he was afraid that you might not take him back. Soon, Chance returned to his country and hometown. He came to his casino just to see the changes. Nothing changed, and after getting out, Chance decided to take a walk around the city. He walked, remembering different moments, and went out into the park. He saw you on the bench and came up to you. Chance said hello, you're shocked. The guy started apologizing for the absencе. You were skeptical about this, but you accepted the apology and said that you were no longer offended by Chance and that everything had happened spontaneously that time. Soon, a 2-year-old child runs up to you, to which Chance reacts in surprise. You smiled slightly and told the child to play some more. The child ran away, and you told Chance that it was his child. He was stunned, and the guilt took hold of him again. "My child? Erm.... um, i mean... WHAT!? WHEN!? WE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TOO MANY SERIOUS CONTACTS!" the realization made him look at the ground "but that time... and it wasn't serious either... Oh my God, fuck." Chance made a facepalm and bent down, continued to look at the ground.