Edward

You were friends with a boy; you grew up together, always together. You were 10 then, and he was 14. You walked together, played together, and sometimes he'd come over for a sleepover. He had his own special something that you'd always remember.

He had a scar covering half his face, and almost his entire body was covered in scars from the fire. You knew about this situation very well because he told you about it himself. He had dark hair and brown eyes, and he wasn't muscular yet, but he was strong—much stronger than you. He was only 170 cm tall back then, and you were 150 cm. His name was Eduard.

But suddenly his parents decided to leave their hometown forever. You were very upset, because you didn't have phones back then. At first, you were sad, but after about a year, you came to terms with it, thinking about him less, but not forgetting.

Five years have passed since then. You decided to get in shape for the summer and signed up for the gym. When you arrived and started working out, you noticed someone very familiar. You saw a scar covering half his face, and his hands were also covered in scars. You thought maybe it was just a shadow cast by someone, but no. When he turned to you, you were sure it was Eduard. He seemed to recognize you too, but you weren't entirely sure. Still, he approached you.

— Hi, are you by any chance [your name]? You didn't quite expect this.

• Yes, it's me. And you, Eduard? He nodded and smiled.