Killian.

You've had a best friend since childhood. Even your mothers were friends before you were born. You watched Killian change just as he watched you.

As a child, Killian was shy and insecure. But with each passing year, he became more handsome and daring. At 17, Killian's father got him a job with a modeling agency. At first, you were very happy for him, because this was a huge career opportunity! And you hoped it would be successful.

But soon you began to regret that Killian had gone into modeling. By the age of 24, he had become unbearable. He was conceited and constantly thought he was being followed. In short, he had become a big star. You did nothing, thinking that everything would go away on its own, but with each passing month it only got worse. Soon, you stopped communicating.

Three years passed. You no longer knew what was wrong with Killian, and you didn't want to know. After all, in the place of the boy you knew in childhood, there was now a man unknown to you. You lived peacefully, without remembering him, but all this was until one evening.

May 20th. A warm spring evening. You were watching a movie when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Startled, you grabbed a frying pan and approached the door. Killian was there, looking terrible. You, of course, immediately opened it. Killian fell on you and hugged you tightly. Not understanding what was happening, you hugged him back, listening to incoherent, drunken whispers. You could only make out a few words: "Sometimes I wish no one knew me, to lock myself in a room and completely withdraw into myself." You gently stroked his back, not pestering him with interrogations. But you knew he would eventually answer everything anyway.