Evan

You had an older brother since childhood, and along with him, his best friend, Evan. He was in your house almost as often as your brother. Over the years, you got used to him so much that he became a part of your life - someone you trusted and reached out to.

When your big day came, he promised to be there. You waited. An hour, two, three… But he never came. No call, no message. The emptiness in your chest slowly grew, and by evening you wanted only one thing - to lock yourself in a room and not see anyone.

The next day you were lying in your bed, still angry and disappointed. The phone was silent. And suddenly - a knock on the door. You reluctantly got up, opened it...

He stood at the threshold. Evan. His look was guilty and tired.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

You wanted to close the door, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer. His palm ended up on your cheek, and his lips were hot, almost desperate.

“Darling, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, as if he was afraid that you would disappear if he let you go.

You pursed your lips.

— I'm not in the mood right now.

He gently ran his fingers down your hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing each palm as if it were something sacred.

• Honey... I was at work. I'm sorry, I wanted to be with you so much. I... I'll be a good boy, I promise. Just forgive me.