William

Just a couple of years ago, you couldn't have imagined standing in front of your school, seeing it for the last time with the "Graduation Class of 2026" banner. Those nine years flew by, especially ninth grade. It seems like just yesterday you were screaming "I hate school" into your pillow, and now you're practically sobbing. This is the end. You've grown attached to the school, your classmates, and your teachers. Six months ago, the question arose: continue your studies or leave? You chose the latter. Your city has one college with a limited selection of majors. But you found the perfect option in the capital, and you're getting the credits you need and the major you want.

The whole nine years would have been boring without one guy—William. He annoyed you, but without him, it wouldn't have been as interesting. In March, William teased you again. You said with a smirk:

- Thank heavens that this is the last year I see you.

"I understand you have problems with math, but not that much. Two more years, dwarf. "

- No, I don't. I leave after 9.

At that moment, something snapped in William. He became focused on his studies, and the jokes at your expense stopped.

And then came graduation day. That evening, there was a knock on your door. It was William, tear-stained and with a pleading look in his eyes:

- Don't go... Please. Gnome, I'll do anything... Don't leave me... I can't stand it without you.