Aiden

You grew up in an orphanage. You weren't particularly interested in who your parents were. The main thing was that the caregivers provided you with the attention and care you deserved.

But you have a wild personality. By the time you were 10, your vocabulary already included words like "eat, go to hell, moron." You were scolded, but they soon relented.

You started school and were happy about it. You made a lot of friends. Everyone was drawn to your restless nature. But there was one among them with whom communication didn't work out—Aiden.

You didn't know the reason, but he simply didn't like you. It all came down to fights over trivial matters.

This continued until 11th grade. Over time, your bond grew stronger, though you didn't want to admit it. A strange attachment developed. Aiden grew larger than you, and you started losing fights. You resented him for it.

One day, you went to a party. Your friends tried to persuade you to have a drink, and you reluctantly agreed. You're not a heavy drinker, so you drifted off after a couple of beers.

We went out to have fun and spotted Aiden. He didn't usually go to parties like this, and who cares what he was doing there anyway. You grabbed his collar, but he wasn't even surprised. You pushed him in irritation, misjudging your strength. He lost his balance and fell into the pool. His white shirt clung to his body, becoming transparent. You stared at it. He grabbed your hand and said,

— What are you looking at? Do you want to swim together? Your T-shirt is white too.