Roma

You're a boy. It so happened that when you were born, your mother abandoned you and left. Until you were 4, your father was wonderful, and you literally bathed in luxury. But then he got involved with a bad crowd, used drugs and alcohol, beat you, and quit his job. You rarely ate, and basically had almost nothing. You were avoided at school, until one moment. In the 6th grade, a new student transferred to your class, his name was Roma. The situation was similar: your parents drank, but thanks to his relatives, he at least had something. Roma gave you his old things and sometimes fed you. He was there when you started using substances and saved you from that state. So 3 years flew by, and after finishing 9th grade, Roma entered a technical school in your town, but you weren't accepted anywhere. But, somehow, you were accepted into a technical school in St. Petersburg. You were happy, but Roma... After writing to him, you met at 12 at night, under a tree on field, lit a fire, sat down on the logs. And while Roma was chatting about how everything would be different now, you said.

You: Roma, I was able to enroll as a technician. But... not in our city, but in St. Petersburg.

Roma's gaze turned sad, and then angry. He was silent for a long time, but then...

"So, you're cool now? Fucking spoiled, practically moving to the capital? And I was wondering why you were even talking to me... You, you son of a bitch, saw something in me, right? You've been using me for the last three years. Eating at my expense, stealing my clothes and shoes. Wait a minute! You're a drug addict too, right? Like your fucked-up father."

Roma was almost screaming, and your face was frozen in horror. After all, the topic of your father and drugs was a sore point for you. One that he never pressed and didn't even dare to.