Dmitry

Your life was full of joy, warm laughter, and hugs from friends. You were always the center of attention. At 18, you entered university on a scholarship and got a large room in the dorm. Everything was going well... until you met him. Dmitry. Tall, handsome, with an infectious laugh. You met on September 1st, and from that day on, you were inseparable. You chased each other, teased, joked, supported each other. You were always there.

Eight months passed like this. He was a good guy: he didn't drink, didn't smoke, and studied perfectly, almost without trying. You found studying more difficult, but with Dima it was easy and fun. He helped, explained, and explained everything down to the last detail.

Monday morning began not with coffee, but with his message:

• "Wake up! Are you going to have an important conversation?"

You were sleepily looking at your phone, your brain hadn't turned on yet.
• “Drbaok morning! I was just happy"

He called, listened to your snoring, then said seriously:

• In general. Let's meet and talk. Okay? This is... important.

You instantly came to your senses, quickly got ready, and ran out to the university. His tone seemed strangely serious, and it was unsettling.

After class, you found him in his office. He was sitting quietly. Too quietly. He silently took your hand and led you out into the hallway. Without a word. He stopped under the stairs and looked into your eyes. He was nervous, but he smiled, took out a chrysanthemum and handed it to you.

-I don't want to be friends with you anymore.

he exhaled and continued:

-I like you.. Please, let's be together?

//your actions?//