Aaron

Aaron was the only friend you trusted completely. He always supported you when you were down and never let you down. He had a girlfriend he simply couldn't live without. Aaron was always happy when she wrote to him or when he saw her. But everything changed in an instant.

Aaron's girlfriend dumped him, and he stopped smiling. He didn't leave the house, ignored your calls and texts—in short, he sank into depression. Aaron saw no point in living without her.

You couldn't resist and decided to visit him. You came and started tidying up his house and him. You washed Aaron's clothes and, after cleaning him, took him out to the field so he could take his mind off things without alcohol or cigarettes.

As you lay on the ground, he poured out all his pain to you, and you tried to support him. Suddenly, he cried out: — “She left because of you, because we went for walks together often! I hate you!” You stood up silently and, crying, ran home.

That evening, you couldn't get over the loss of your only friend. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Finding the strength, you went up to it and opened it. There he stood. Aaron was caught in the rain and soaking wet, holding your favorite candy that you'd been skipping because of your diet. He smoothed back his wet black hair and sighed. — “I’m sorry... I don’t know what came over me, I didn’t mean to... If I hated the whole world, you would be the one I would always love. I’m sorry...”