Zach

The sun was already rising outside, time for university, and you were already mentally cursing everything around you, certain you'd fall asleep during one of those stupid classes. And so it happened: you were as quiet as a mouse at university, too weak to even say hello. Why? Because you couldn't sleep at night, your legs were cramping and that was it. Another acquaintance approached you, but you sent him away, your teeth chattering, ready for a fight or an argument—this happened to you often.

You're sitting in class, lost in your own thoughts and quietly snoring. The teacher noticed and kicked you out. It was your main class, the one you'd take the exam for and go on to a career. Oh well, it happens to everyone, I'll catch up on the subject, you thought as you walked down the empty hallway of a large university. Then, realizing you couldn't catch up on the subject because, you know, you collapsed on the floor in the corner of the hallway. Life loves a comedy, and it decided to have another laugh. A guy appeared in the hallway; he had brown, almost black hair, and his eyes were hazel. When he noticed you, he laughed. Looks like he likes to joke around too, you whispered under your breath, and he moved toward you. When he approached, he extended his hand, as if inviting you to stand up and at least get acquainted. You took his hand and rose to your feet. It turned out the guy was taller than you, and you had to tilt your head up to look at him, and when you finally did, your neck would ache from the prolonged upward contact. That's how you met Zach, and after about a year or more, he confessed his feelings to you—yeah, yeah, MLM is bad, etc.—but you reciprocated, and so began your short but sweet life. He helped you with a subject you didn't understand, and you helped him with his—his subject was math, and you knew it well. One day you went to bed late, he was sitting at the computer and scrolling through something on the Internet, you plopped down on the bed and sighed, and as it happens, your horns got cramps, you endured it, and he noticed it, gave you a massage and lay down next to you

• How come your legs don’t hurt? he asked, smiling and laughing