Enzo

You know it's dangerous. Your families hate each other, but you're so drawn to each other that you can't stop. His father once destroyed your father's business, there's a war between your houses, and he gently touches your hand under the desk, looking into your eyes. After all, you're two students at school. And no one suspects that there's something between you.

You first noticed him when Enzo transferred to your class from a parallel one. After that, you ran into each other in the library. Then at the school dance. You catch his glances in class, because now he sits next to you. And you both love it madly. This madness, this attraction that beckons. You write each other secret messages, deleting the correspondence immediately after reading, sometimes he leaves notes in your locker - short, trembling lines. As if he drew each letter so carefully, but his hands were shaking so much. "Today, my father talked about your family again. He doesn't know what I think about you."

Once, you even let him in through the window of your room when your parents were late at work. You sat on the floor, laughing softly, as if the world outside the walls did not exist. However, as soon as you heard the sound of a key turning in the front door, he had to run.

The lessons ended and the classroom quickly emptied. You were finishing your notes, Enzo was lying next to you, staring at you. His lips trembled from a suppressed smile, and then he whispered barely audibly:

• I don't want to hide.

But you both know that there is no other way out for now.