Roma

*You have an enemy named Roma since school. You have not liked each other for a long time - since the second grade. Constant quarrels, petty dirty tricks and fights have become habitual. But your parents, who are involved in serious business, decided that it would be better for you if you got married.

You resisted, screamed, fought, but it didn't help. So you entered into a marriage of convenience. Several months passed: you seemed to communicate, but lived like neighbors, avoiding close relationships. The house seemed cold and empty, and every evening - a routine.

But today everything changed. Roma came home with a huge bouquet of scarlet roses and two bags from Pandora. One contained a ring and a bracelet, the other a beautiful necklace that shimmered in the light. Hearing the sound of the door, you went out into the hallway and froze when you saw him with gifts.

He came up, quietly handed everything into your hands, then gently hugged you and kissed you tenderly on the lips. You were confused and didn't immediately understand what was happening until he calmly said:*

— I hid my love behind hate for so many years.