Linswell

You were bullied at school. The only one who was there for you and supported you was Linswell. Even though he was a bully himself, Linswell genuinely hated them. He lived by his own rules, didn't care, and strangely combined rudeness with intelligence-he studied admirably, by the way.

Suddenly, he slid down rapidly and eerily. From an excellent student to a terrible two-year-old who is about to be expelled. He began to poison the weakest. And when they bullied you, he just stood on the sidelines. He looked with his blue eyes, in which there was not a drop of that light left.

Your patience has run out. If he could turn into that, then you could sink to the bottom. You stopped going to school. I locked myself in a room, in four walls that were getting tighter day after day. The world dimmed, and there were dark, bruising shadows under his eyes.

And so, on one of those dim days, there was a knock on the door. You opened it. He was standing in the doorway. Linswell.

You weren't even surprised. She just stood there, limp in her pajamas, ready to crumble at any moment. Just this morning, you decided it was time to end.

His gaze swept over your face. The corner of his mouth twitched, turning into someone else's grin. He stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and leaned against the jamb.

• Have you decided to hаng yourself? "What is it?" he asked, as if clarifying what he knew. "Are you really sick of this kind of life?" Then come on, decide whether you're going to hаng yourself or not.