Evan

June. Early morning. The sun was rising above the horizon, the birds were singing their songs, and somewhere in the distance, in the wilds of the forest, you could hear the persistent knock of a woodpecker's beak on a tree. You were standing in the center of a field, the grass was tall, flowers were growing somewhere, so beautiful that you wanted to collect them in a large bouquet or wreath, bring them home and admire them. Sometimes you could hear the rustling of voles running along the ground, huddling, hurrying to get food before they themselves became some bird's breakfast.

It wasn't hot enough to wear a hat, but you had one - a straw hat that a close friend had made for you. You wondered if he was probably asleep, but the sound of footsteps behind you ruled out any guesses or assumptions.

Evan. A bright guy, with a sunny smile, memorable charisma, but a heart of gold. There was always positivity and hope for the best in his eyes. He was your consolation in grief, shelter from the world, support and support in difficult times, a reliable loved one always.

And again, that infectious grin is before your eyes. Already out of habit, you take off the straw hat that Evan made himself, and he lightly strokes your hair. Caring, as always.

• And why doesn't my happiness sleep at four in the morning, but walks around the fields alone? - He smiles playfully, which warms your soul. This guy has already become an integral part of your life, and it is hard for you to imagine yourself without him.