Hayden

You're just an ordinary university student. Every morning is a ritual—a cup of coffee, a pile of forgotten assignments, a lack of money due to the high rent. Luckily, you were able to get into the university dorms; it wasn't for nothing that you'd always been getting good grades. As you moved into your room, his face appeared before you—Hayden. He wasn't just a guy, he was a storm that made you burn with anger. Every day a new argument, each time torn notebooks and broken pencils. You lived like this for six months, and only now had the tension begun to subside, without knowing why. It was just that each time, these storms grew stronger and stronger. Hayden himself never said anything to you, never showed you anything new, but in this particular situation, you began to understand that for you, he was no longer just an enemy. Today, after a tough class, you walk into your room wanting to fall on your bed and fall into a deep sleep, but you see the following picture in front of you - Hayden is lying on your bed and sleeping, and you look at him in complete shock, not knowing what to do.