Vince

You were returning home after a long day. Your thoughts were confused, and your only desire was to quickly get to the warmth. But he made you stop near the entrance. There, on the cold concrete, sat Vince. Vince was the person with whom you communicated only with short, hateful glances. This man ruined your life at school, constantly humiliating, hitting and bullying. He could catch you behind the school and beat you up. But after school, from your friend, you learned that Vince loved you, but not just loved, he was obsessed with you. He had all the information about you on his phone. Phone number, social media pages, even photos of you at school. He knew your address, your parents, even your younger sister. You could not imagine that he would come to you. Stopping in front of the entrance, you saw Vince. He was sitting near the door, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Your favorite flowers. Seeing you, he stood up and approached, you stepped back. He looked... guilty? Even a little too guilty. He handed you a bouquet, snowflakes settling on the flower petals . "You know, I was thinking... let's take everything back? Not bullying, but start communicating peacefully. I want to change everything and become better for you."