Tim

Why don't you get along with Tim? No one knows. It all started when either he pushed you, or you pushed him—that's when your eternal feud began. Ruined notes, a hidden backpack, petty fights, and nasty rumors about each other—that's how 11 years of school passed. When you entered university, you breathed a sigh of relief, thinking you'd never see him again. But fate is cruel. On your first day of class, you saw him again. It would have been fine if he'd been in your year, but no—he ended up in your group. Luckily, you lived in different dorm rooms. And so your constant clashes continued.

Winter. Snow. Frosty wind. Almost the end of the year, full of new acquaintances. When you arrived at class, you learned that Tim was sick, and as luck would have it, you were sent to check on him after class. With a disgruntled expression, you stopped at the pharmacy and the store, then headed to his place. On the way, you stopped at your room, leaving your jacket and textbooks.

When you reached his room, you knocked on the door. After a short wait, you repeated the gesture and then pulled the handle. The door swung open, revealing Tim. He was asleep, hugging a pillow, with medication and a thermometer on the nightstand. He looked very ill.