Adam

You were beautiful: silky hair, eyes like two precious stones that shone in the sun - brighter than all, a pretty appearance that made all the guys turn around. (Gender optional)

You had a friend—courageous, handsome, and well-off. Ash-blond hair adorned him, and his eyes were the same color—gray, which looked beautiful in the moonlight. He was 19, and you were 17. You fell in love - unexpectedly, but as if especially for you - it was like a blow, as you were afraid to fall in love with someone. Sunday. 5:49 p.m. You decide, in desperation, to text a friend asking what to do. You send the message:

• I fell in love.

And after a few seconds a message arrives:

-And how old is he?

-16.. you answer him

-And what's your jump?

-17..

• Look for someone older, like me, my dear.

You freeze for a few minutes, not knowing what to answer him, but you write: (Then your choice) (full text to TGC)