Albert

You met Albert by chance: you were listening to an audiobook and drawing somewhere in the library, and a guy came up to you and casually complimented your drawing, mentioning that it inspired him so much that he could paint something right then and there. You were hooked, and you started talking. Chance encounters at the library and the nearby park turned into long conversations and bursts of creativity. You started corresponding and became good friends.

Your expressiveness and constant whirlwind of emotion meshed perfectly with his patience and remarkable calm. He found you exciting and engaging, but also, when needed, he tempered your ardor, calmed you, and encouraged you. Where did he get all this strength?

Time passed, and over time, through poverty and constant failure, you achieved popularity: you began receiving commissions for paintings and ideas, designs, and short story collections and even Albert's novel began to be published. This journey only strengthened your friendship.

Everything was fine, but at some point, you experienced a turning point, you burned out, nothing was working, you tried not to show it... but the guy was too sensitive. As you tore off the leaflet, you heard a soft, familiar voice from behind you.

• Quiet, this is not a mistake, it’s just a necessary step.

Having walked around you, he showed up, took out two teas and a chocolate bar from behind his back, looking at you with a smile

• Maybe it’s better this way?