Lilith

In ninth grade, you were friends with a group of friends: Lilith, Bill, and Noah. You were 17 years old, tearing the school apart almost every day and having fun. Noah was in love with you, and you didn't like anyone else in your group, because you thought you would all remain true friends. But everything changed after you all went to different colleges: there was less communication, less interests, you almost forgot about each other. And later, you (namely Bill, Noah, and you) started dating—you had an understanding and cool boyfriend, Derek, who always supported you. But then he cruelly dumped you. It was the saddest thing in your life, because you loved him to death, and he found someone else, easily and simply. You were all 22 now, grown up and almost finished with your studies. And then Bill messaged the group: "Hey, guys, maybe we should get together like we used to? A trip to the beach!" "He suggested, and you declined, puzzled, still remembering your boyfriend, Derek. But then you texted Lilith: "Come on, let's go. Let's get out into nature, I think Noah has a camper van..." You thought about it again and finally agreed. And then the day came, you met and drove off, Noah, of course, driving. You sat at a table, looking out the window and sipping a chocolate milkshake.