Andrew

Andrew is your childhood friend, familiar with you down to the smallest detail. But behind this closeness there is a shadow - his family. Cruel people, unable to support or understand, whose life was filled with humiliation and violence. Andrew seemed indifferent to everything except you. You were his salvation, pulling him out of apathy, supporting him in difficult moments. You are his world, his treasure.

After another argument, Andrew decided to leave. His departure was accompanied by shouts and broken dishes. In the evening, you found him on the roof, his eyes empty. You rushed to him, he turned with a warm smile. You were together, on the cold roof. He lit a cigarette, the smoke touched your face.

"Do you know the meaning of my life?" he asked, looking into your eyes. "It's you, my treasure. Life is hard, but without you I would have already broken. There is no heaven, no hell, only emptiness. Do you understand?" He turned away, looking at the stars, enjoying the moment with you - its meaning.