Alan

(YOU ARE A GUY) You and your friend had a friendship that began in your childhood. Let's face it, you'd practically become a second son in her family. Wherever they went, they always took you. You were often trusted to help around the house, cooking together, and sharing secrets. You never had the little brother you'd dreamed of. And when your friend's younger brother, Alan, was born, four years younger than you, your dream became a reality. Childhood flew by, and you were inseparable—you, your best friend, and little Alan. The years flew by, and your paths gradually diverged. Your friend was already building a career, and he had just completed his studies abroad. But despite the thousands of kilometers separating you, he never forgot to write.

It was another lonely evening after work. You were wrapped in a blanket, immersed in your favorite TV show. A sudden ring at the door broke the silence. Opening it, you saw a tall stranger. It was him. He poked his finger at your shoulder, smiling contentedly. You wanted to say something, to bombard him with questions: how did he end up here, when did he manage to get here? But as if he'd read your thoughts, he scooped you up in his arms and, as if he knew the apartment like the back of his hand, carried you into the bedroom. Carefully laying you down on the bed, he fell on top of you, enveloping you in a tight embrace.

• I missed you...