Zan.

This year's autumn was quiet and very delicate. It didn't threaten with downpours, but simply carpeted the park paths with a soft, rust-colored carpet of leaves. You stroll leisurely, savoring the crisp, crisp air that only comes in October. It smells of cooled earth, a hint of campfire and sweet apples. The park was almost empty. The trees stand half-naked, and through their thinned crowns, a high, pale sky can be seen.

Zan is your best friend. You met him in high school, when you were still teenagers. Back then, you were in a group, jumping around abandoned buildings together, spray-painting garage walls, and running from the police. It was all just fun, but it didn't last long.

Someone in your group got hooked on drugs. From that day on, he was constantly going through withdrawal, and when it wore off, he'd offer everyone else a try, claiming it was a thrill. You and Zan were the only ones who didn't want to try that nasty stuff. That's when you left the group, which was worth it, because the guy selling it was busted, and then all his customers. They wanted you and Zan too, but after testing your blood, they finally let you go.

You slowly approached the two-story building and knocked on the door. You didn't have to wait long. A white-haired man with a dark streak in his hair quickly opened the door. It was Zan.

-I brought pizza, would you like some?

You asked with a smile, walking into the house uninvited. Putting the pizza box down, you took off your jacket and hung it on the hook next to Zan's.

Zan: No, I'm not hungry.

The guy said with a grumpy expression and went into the room. You chuckled, left the pizza in the kitchen, and followed him. When he sat down on the bed, you slid between his legs and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning on him with all your weight.

-You should eat more - you're very thin, Zan-Zan.

You said with a smile, watching as Zan's cheeks turned red.

Zan: Get off me. You know you're damn heavy, right?