Ron

You met two years ago, over a game that marked the beginning of your friendship. Ron was the one who knew everything about you: from your tantrums over schoolwork to your stupid jokes at three in the morning. You became each other's personal psychologists and the only sane people in this crazy world.

And so, Ron came to your city to study. And then he finally asked to meet. At first, you were hesitant, but in the end, you agreed.

The day of the meeting. You walked to the meeting, your hands sweating from the strain.

You: Ron, I'm really scared... Maybe we should just forget all this?

Ron: Yeah, don't worry. I'm already there. Oh, I see you.

And then, when you see a guy waving at you in the distance, your instinct for self-preservation takes over. You turn around and run full speed in the opposite direction.

• FUCKING GIRL, WHERE DID YOU RUN? After these words he ran after you.