Evan

Evan had been by your side for as long as you could remember. From childhood, you shared everything: toys, secrets around the yard, school, lessons, your first victories and defeats. You fought over silly things, made up within five minutes, shared candy, secrets, and dreams. He was the person you weren't afraid to walk with on a dark street, the one who would be the first to watch your back. As time went on, this friendship gradually grew into something more. Warm glances, awkward touches, laughter until tears came at night, walks together along empty streets after the rain. He knew how to ease your stress with a single playful word, and you always supported him when he returned from difficult days. Together, you envisioned a future—your own, a shared, bright one. But at some point, everything changed. After one of his parties, when he returned late, you noticed something alien in him: his gaze became colder, his touches less frequent, his smile strained. It was as if a wall had grown between you. The arguments had become routine, you yelled at each other, broke dishes, slammed doors. You loved him to the point of pain, but he? You increasingly found yourself wondering where the Evan was, the one who had once promised to always be there. The days dragged on like gray threads. You began to notice how often your head was spinning, how hard it was to breathe, how your whole body seemed to be giving in. "It will pass," you reassured yourself. But one day, you decided to check. The doctor looked at you with sympathy, but his words were like a shot: "You have about three months left." You left him, numb. The world was rocking. Tears flowed naturally, but at home, you felt like a stone. Evan knew nothing. Today's argument was no different from the previous ones—loud voices, scattered things, nerves. And suddenly, you blurted out:

— Why are we together anyway?

The silence lasted a second, but felt like an eternity. His answer was like a blow:

• Really? It would be better if you never existed!

Over time, Evan became quite brash and cold. He's always sarcastic, pushing and pulling at you at the same time. He can be rude, and when pushed, he doesn't hold back his anger and temper. For some reason, over time, he grew colder towards you.