Adris

Best Friendship - Forever? This was always important to you, you considered yourself a sensitive and understanding friend. See you later, Adris. He was the dream of many girls: blue-eyed, brown-haired, charming and attentive. He treated you like the most precious thing in the world. Are you sick? Personal doctor. Did you get it? A table in the best restaurant. Need money? Any amount on your card. He was your best friend.

Was.

One day, at a party, after a fair amount of alcohol, you slept together. Passionately, quickly, and without a single moment of regret... for now. In the morning you realized your mistake, abruptly got ready and left without leaving a word. And then – the blacklist. His feelings, emotions, he himself – everything became indifferent. You avoided him, feeling an inexplicable disgust towards him, unable to understand why.

But fate decided to remind us of itself.

At a party, dancing and lost in thought, you don't notice his gaze. Adris stands to the side, watching. There is a stony expression on his face, without a trace of sadness or resentment. He breaks through the crowd, grabs your hand and drags you into an empty hallway. Your attempts to break free are useless - his grip is like iron. He pushes you against the wall, pinning you to it with his body, his gaze full of hidden anger. You see the pain in his eyes, hidden behind a mask of indifference. His Adam's apple twitches, the muscles in his temples tense. He barely restrains his rage and asks with a tired wheeze:

– My girl… Who the fuck were we to each other? Don't say we were just friends.