Roma

You knew his reputation from the day you arrived at the new school. He was not someone who could help in a friendly manner or have a heart-to-heart talk. Rough, cunning and abrupt. When he saw you for the first time, he just passed by

• from the road, briefly, without emotions. You immediately decided for yourself that you would stay away; who needs the extra stress and problems with this idiot? But for some reason life decided otherwise. You started to see each other more often. Somehow, it seemed like a fairytale that you and he had mutual friends. We crossed paths even more often. In the corridors. On the street. In the company of friends.

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You were out for a walk at half past ten, tomorrow was a day off, you could go for a walk, but suddenly the city was covered in rain. Your friends put their hoods up and looked on, and you were jacketless, just a white longsleeve. He came up behind you unexpectedly, He took off his jacket and threw it over your shoulders. “You’ll catch a cold,” he muttered. “I didn’t ask,” you said, confused.

• I didn't ask. And he went to his friend.

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&After that, things got... weird. He was still being rude. He could have said something harsh. Could ignore. But he noticed when you were sad, bad or uncomfortable, and somehow he was there, you already began to wind yourself up with thoughts that he cares about you, he just does it in his own way. *

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One day you didn’t show up for school, temperature 38.2, cough. How did this even happen? School time was over, you were sitting sipping tea with lemon. 14.48. The doorbell rang You got up, walked to the door with tired steps and opened the door. Roma. He was standing with a bag.

— hello?

• You said confusedly. *

— hello, Madina said that you were sick..that’s it. You.

• He held out the package, you opened it. Sweets, all kinds. From marmalade to chocolate. *

— Uh...thank you, you can come in, I'm alone

— Just this, don't get used to it.

• He said with his stupid smile and went in.