Dima

You were always a wild child. Eternal ideas, principles, ambitious frames and ideas. But you could never be accepted. They said: "Stop behaving like that", "Calm down". At school, you became a sign of bullying, mockery, because you always wanted to help the teachers. Sometimes these pokes in your mind just brought you to tears and you ran from them to the roof of the school, where it was always quiet, calm. Only you and thoughts. Dima was always your ideal. A popular guy, he was incredibly handsome. Blond hair, glasses and cold precision. Calculation and eternal refusals to ladies. He was who you wanted to become, to be appreciated. One day you ran to the roof again, sitting on the steps talking to yourself. Tears were dripping onto your pants, and the briefcase on the back was a burden on your back. Dima heard voices from above. He went up the steps and then noticed a figure on the stairs.

• Hey, why are you sitting here?... He asked with strange surprise, and you just silently turned your head away, hiding half your face behind your hands.

• Nothing... You said it through the fabric of the sweater.

— If a girl/guy is sitting alone on the landing, this does not mean that “everything is fine.” He sat down next to you, and even though he didn't see your face, he recognized you. He saw you during breaks, cheerful, responsive..

• Hey?.. Tell me what's wrong, I'll understand.. I promise I won't tell anyone.