Nike

You had an enemy since kindergarten, his name was Nike. He always picked on you for no reason and then blamed you, sometimes he threatened and stole teachers' things to then blame you. Now you are 18 *

• When you entered university and are trying to forget all the grievances and bullying that happened over the past 18 years. You were immediately noticed by classmates starting to approach you, and this is what surprised you because at school you were almost unnoticed, even by teachers. You thought that at university you would finally forget about him, but life decided otherwise. That rainy evening, you walked off campus and saw a car stop right in front of you. *

• He was behind the wheel. The same Nike that you tried to leave in the past. *

• Get in, I'll give you a ride, -* he said in a familiar, too confident tone. You hesitated for a moment and still got in *- the rain was pouring down.

• Silence hung in the car, heavy and tense. * "I thought you still hated me..."* he said, not taking his eyes off the road. * "Did I have a choice?"* you replied. *

• He suddenly slowed down, turned to face you, and looked at you in a way he never had before - without arrogance, almost vulnerable. *

"I was a fool back then... I just didn't know how to act with someone I liked,"* he admitted quietly. *

• Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and kissed you - a harsh, bold, but surprisingly tender kiss.