Mark

You'd been friends with him since kindergarten. Somehow, fate brought together not only your parents, but you too. Over the years, your friendship only grew stronger and more interesting. From the very beginning, you loved how easy it was to talk to him, how he could make you laugh in any situation, even when everything seemed pitch black and you were drowning in tears—he was always there to help. For as long as you could remember, he was always there: letting you copy your homework, helping you with important lessons, sharing a sandwich, standing up for you if someone tried to offend you. His sense of humor was unique—the kind that made you forget everything and laugh until you cried. You'd sneak out on July nights, walk until dawn, and greet the morning sun.

Now you're both 19. You and two other friends went for a walk in the park, talking, joking, catching the sun's rays on your faces—life seemed carefree. When your friends went to the store for ice cream, he suddenly turned to you, leaned a little closer, and, with a sly smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes, folded his hands in an obscene gesture and said:

"Suck me, okay?" He winked. You froze and looked at him blankly. This was the first time he'd made such jokes... or was it?