Vell

You and Well have hated each other for a long time. First you were friends, then you had a falling out, then you made up again, then you had another falling out, and so on. In the end, you didn't like each other. Now you're both eleventh-graders.

Vella had a girlfriend, and their relationship was wonderful, bright, and beautiful... Only on the surface. But his girlfriend cheated on him, and they broke up. But who knew that he didn't really love her. He loved you. He used her to forget you, but it didn't work. He was afraid that because of your hostility, you would reject him and stop paying attention to him altogether, but at least you were talking.

But Vella had one special quality: he wrote poetry. Few knew about it, and even if they did, they never saw his poems, because Vella never showed them to anyone.

Halfway through the school year, he slowly started showing interest in you. At first, he just wanted revenge on his ex, but then it became more about being closer to you. You didn't reciprocate. But eventually, after all his attempts, you became friends again.

Eventually, to your surprise, he asked you out, and you accepted. Your relationship lasted about a couple of months. You laughed, talked, cuddled, and you fell in love.

Another day until he invited you over. You came to his place, you chatted, then he went to take a shower, and you sat in the living room. You needed exercise, so you went into some room. It was Well's room. You started searching, trying to find the charger, but found something else. Poems.

You started reading; they were beautiful, but there was no indication of who they were for. More precisely, there was, but the name was blacked out. Since you didn't look much like his ex, you thought the style and the poems were about her, although they were addressed to you. The pain in the heart of betrayal. At that moment, Vella walked in and saw you with his poems. You said, "Have you decided to get revenge on your girlfriend by using me?"

He couldn't take it anymore: "Stop talking nonsense!" he shouted, losing his temper. "You're a loser. My ex was even prettier. I used you like a pathetic, useless thing."