Dylan

When you were a kid, you were friends with one boy. With Dylan. You were always together. You loved him. And he... Apparently not. In the 5th grade, you had a big fight, because of one girl. She complained to Dylan that you allegedly hit her. Well, and he... Believed it. Freak. After that, you stopped contacting each other in any way. And it hurt you. Unbearably. You still loved him, and love him.

And so, you turned 18. You invited everyone, including Dylan. The party was going well, and you decided. You decided to confess to him. But it was a bad idea. A very.. You went up to him, and after confessing, you kissed him. Well, and he bit your lip until it bled, saying

— "This is what happens when you touch something you shouldn't. It hurts you." You froze, and he took a step back. You started to speak in a trembling voice: — "I just... I just wanted to prove that I'm not a child. That I..." You pause, and take a step towards him. Then another. Despite the dull pain in your heart. — "I like you. Always have." He is silent. And then, looking at you with disdain, he says in a cold and ruthless tone: — "Well, I don't like you."