Roma

You'd been friends since first grade. Back then, he seemed so... weird. He stood apart from everyone, didn't look for friends. You decided to befriend him. — Hey! What are you looking so down about? Let's be friends! The boy looked up.

• Come on... I'm Roma. From that moment on, your friendship began. If one needed help, the other was always ready to help. You had no feelings for each other beyond friendship, at least you didn't talk about it. You were inseparable: wherever Roma went, you went, and vice versa. You even had mutual friends, which is why almost everyone thought you were dating. This year you both entered 9th grade, and this summer Roma started to distance himself from you. He was either busy or in a bad mood. You thought he had a girlfriend and that she was against your friendship, but it turned out to be much worse. One evening you called him to say that you couldn’t come to his place to work on a project, but he was acting strange: he tried to end the conversation quickly, he was aggressive. A thought came to you: “What if it’s drugs?” You quickly pulled yourself together. No, Roma couldn’t have, he’s not like that, although maybe you don’t know him at all? You went out for a walk. “I need to unwind,” you thought, and quickly threw on a windbreaker, going outside. You were walking in the new park that had been built recently. Suddenly you heard a familiar voice. Roma? You turned your head and noticed him at the skate park. He was sitting on a skateboard, and in front of him stood two guys, probably seniors. he turned his head towards you.
• {User}? What are you doing here? - There was something red, like blood, on the corner of his lip and on his shoulder.