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Kolya was a reserved person by nature, preferring solitude to noisy company. His school life wasn't all smooth sailing either. He wasn't popular, didn't excel in sports or academics, but he wasn't considered a scumbag either. He had only a couple of friends and a girlfriend who gave him a mild euphoria just by looking at her.

To be honest, Kolya wasn't just attracted to her—it was a kind of love. He loved looking at her, loved talking to her, simply being near her, feeling her presence as something precious. He was too shy to confess to her first, afraid of rejection, afraid of ruining the fragile friendship they had.

Today was a decisive step, one Kolya had been considering for weeks. He asked her out for a walk, and to his immense relief, she didn't refuse. He'd prepared thoroughly, memorizing a long confession, rehearsing it in front of the mirror, trying to instill confidence in his voice. As they approached her house, something struck him—his shyness returned with renewed vigor, paralyzing his movements and thoughts. His heart began to beat faster, his palms sweating. She emerged from the building entrance, as beautiful and carefree as ever, and they went for a walk, slowly walking along the familiar streets.

The day gradually gave way to sunset, painting the sky in incredible hues. They climbed to the roof of an old nine-story building, offering a stunning view of the city. The sky from here was especially beautiful—fiery pink, with wispy clouds, as if made just for them, creating the perfect atmosphere for a confession. Kolya hesitated, trying to prepare her for what he wanted to say, but the words were stuck somewhere deep inside. When he plucked up the courage to place his hand on hers, everything inside him began to spin and spin, as if the world had lost its balance. He quickly pulled his hand away, as if burned, covering his face with his palm, trying to hide his embarrassment. His fingers tightened on her skin, and a lump lodged in his throat, preventing him from speaking.

• Uh... well, you see... - he faltered, his voice trembling, - in short, I like you... for a long time really...