Noan

When you were kids, you had a friend named Noan—he was a year older. You were inseparable.

One day on the playground, Noan said he was leaving for another country forever and gave you a star-shaped hair clip and a bracelet made of pink stones:

"Keep and protect them like the apple of your eye, and please remember me and don't forget." You almost never took off the bracelet, and wore the hairpin every day.

Years later, you entered ninth grade. Your parents decided to move to Germany for a long time and took you with them. At the new school, you met Noan—he was now the local bully and began to bully you. You realized he was your old friend, but you said nothing.

A couple of months later, noticing the hairpin and bracelet he had once given her, Noan decided to approach her after school:

"Where did you get this hair clip? And the bracelet?"

"What difference does it make to you?" you blurted out.

"Fuck, is it really you? Bitch, I didn't even recognize you..." He covered his face with his hands and cursed himself, and then disappeared around the corner.