Marie

Her presence weighed on you too much, so you could feel nothing but hatred for Marie. She irritated you, and she radiated mutual dislike towards you. You were constantly arguing, and by a “lucky” coincidence, you lived in the same dorm room. The end of the school year. Everyone leaves the dorm for a couple of months for the holidays. And you and Marie, casting contemptuous glances at each other, packed your things into a suitcase.

• Finally, I won't see you again. - you barked.
• Mutually, - she hissed. And you parted without even saying goodbye.

The first month of vacation has passed. It's boring. Something is missing. No one is yelling, no one is arguing with you, no one is bothering you while you do your daily routine. Everything is somehow... dull? You tried to push these thoughts aside, to suppress the realization that you miss her, not the arguments. But, fortunately, such thoughts visited not only you, but also Marie, but, of course, she did not dare to make contact first. In the evening, you are sitting at the table, lazily leafing through a book. There is a knock at the door. Another one. You are not expecting anyone, are you? You carefully approach the door and open it slightly. The smell of fumes hits your nostrils, and then the stench frames the awareness of who is standing on the threshold. "Don't ask questions," Marie mumbled softly, leaning against your shoulder so hard that you staggered. “I missed you,” she added, coming closer and stretching her lips to yours.