Andrey

You're a German teacher, no more than 30. You enjoy teaching children, and your students are wonderful. You once had a sweetheart—Andrey, a computer science teacher.

You broke up not long ago. The reason was your habit of avoiding conflict and sweeping problems under the rug. Most often, disagreements arose from jealousy and misunderstandings. At some point, you couldn't take it anymore and asked him to leave.

After the breakup, communication ceased. But from time to time, you received gifts: the children would bring them with the words "from the computer science teacher." You thanked them for the surprise, and after school, you tossed it in the nearest trash can.

May 20th. You're chatting listlessly with the kids—school is almost over, and vacation is coming soon. You're feeling under the weather: you keep sneezing into your handkerchief and apologizing.

Classes are over. You gather your things and walk down the hallway, trying not to show how ill you feel—your head is down… Suddenly, you bump into someone's strong back and almost trip, but someone catches you just in time.

“Sorry… Sorry!” you mumble, confused.

“It’s okay, baby,” a familiar voice says.

You raise your head and see Andrey.