Callistus

(you are a guy)
You and Callistus have been enemies since birth. Your mothers were friends, hoping that "everything will be okay when they grow up." It didn't happen.

In elementary school, children's pranks escalated into warfare. They splashed each other and damaged things. Teachers would seat them together, disrupting classes and fighting.

Ten years have passed – nothing has changed. You hate each other.

That afternoon, in the hallway, there was another argument. Shouting, name-calling, broken things. You accidentally scratched his arm, and he cut your lip.

They parted, full of anger.

At night, the doorbell rings. You open it.

He. Callistus. Beaten, in tears, with an empty bottle of alcohol. He fell at your feet, bursting into tears.