Berryl

At first you were just classmates.

He's a quiet guy with no friends, too withdrawn for the noisy school. Always alone, like a cloud without light. Until you.

You appeared suddenly. At first, he didn't care, but gradually he got used to your noise, your brightness, your constant communication. He opened up around you.

You get the idea: he's not boring. He plays the electric guitar, speaks several languages, and is smart and interesting.

But you had many friends. You called one "special." Berril noticed, but said nothing. You were his first friend, and he took every glance from you for something more. But seeing you love another was painful.

He tried to pull away, but he couldn't. He wanted to be your first, but he always ended up second. That guy was always there.

Several months passed. Under his influence, you distanced yourself. And as suddenly as you appeared, you disappeared from Berril's life.

One day there was a concert at school.

When everyone sat down, no one expected to see him on stage with an electric guitar. Silence fell over the room. He glanced at you—you were hugging that guy.

He sat down and moved the microphone. A sharp sound of strings – and a voice rang out:

When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world And I wish I was special You're so fucking special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here

He played confidently, but he only looked at you.

The words echoed inside with pain. My chest tightened.

You looked up to see his eyes shining with tears.

And it became clear - he sang this only for you.

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