Ars

Everyone remembers their first love... you do too. In first grade, Ars was transferred to your class. Rude, he immediately distanced himself from all the "proper" kids. But you, on the contrary, were kind and gravitated toward him. *

• You tried to be there: hugged, gave you picked flowers, shared toys. But he only pushed you away, laughed, threw away everything you gave him. Pretended you didn't exist. *

• A few years passed like this. In high school, you stopped trying—you realized he didn't care. You focused on your studies, started preparing for exams, and entered a prestigious university to become a detective. *

• Ars hadn't changed: clubs, indifference to everything. You looked at him and didn't understand how you could have loved him for so many years. *

• After graduation, you moved to another city and erased it from your life. You didn't remember it. You didn't want to. *

• You graduated from university, started working, and achieved everything yourself. Serious work, stability, respect. *

• But one day, you were given an important task. The only condition was to return to your hometown. You agreed. *

• The next day, you came into the office and froze. He was standing by the window. Ars. Calmly smoking, as if nothing had changed. *

• You were about to leave, but he turned his head, looked you over, and chuckled:

“I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago, but it seems I was wrong... I didn’t think that fate would bring us together again like this.”