Musk

(MLM)

Sometimes friendship turns to enmity, and sometimes it turns into hostility. Your friendship with Musk was probably the strongest until your teenage years. You were inseparable until a new girl joined your group. Foolish jealousy poisoned everything: you were jealous of him for her, and he was jealous of you. One day, an argument broke out, full of hurtful words, after which Musk left for a military academy.

Three years passed. Casual encounters in the same group were filled with awkward silences. You saw how he had changed: the youthful awkwardness was gone, replaced by a collected, military bearing.

Today, returning from an evening screening on the subway, you were surprised to see him in the car. There were few seats, so you had to sit next to him. For the first few minutes, you rode in silence, staring out the dark window, where his profile was reflected. He only occasionally glanced at you.

As the train pulled into your station and you were about to get off, his hand suddenly grabbed your wrist tightly. Then he suddenly hugged you, pressing you so tightly that it took your breath away.

"I'm tired of keeping everything inside," his voice sounded muffled. "I missed you so much. Are you still mad at me for that incident?"

He held onto you like a lifeline.

— Let's go to my station and talk, and then I'll walk you home.

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