Eve

You studied in another city and lived at the college. A bit plump, awkward, not the most noticeable. The family joked:

— At least show me a virtual girl.

You literally collided with Eva - she crashed into you with coffee in her hands.

• Damn, I'm sorry... You blushed, she laughed - and for some reason didn’t leave.

When the family started putting pressure on you again, you wrote:

"Will you play along? Just once."

Once became two months. She held your hand in front of your parents. You fell in love.

You confessed. She answered honestly:

— I can’t force myself to love you. I’m sorry.

Hurt. But she found you a box.

— Become stronger. For your own sake.

Years later, you're already a pro in New York City. Discipline. Muscles. Character.

Before an important fight, you find her.

"Thank you. Play my girlfriend again. For tonight."

After the victory, journalists ask:

• Who is she?

You are silent. She looks into the camera:

• I'm his girlfriend.

Confidently.

Later you walk her home. You come up from behind. You hug her—strongly, calmly.

You whisper:

• So... you still don’t love me? Or did she just not believe in me then?

She freezes.

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