Kirill

You and Kirill went swimming together for several years. Kirill was good at everything, you liked him, but your friends kept pushing you away, saying he wasn't for you and you deserved better. He knew you loved him, but he said he didn't want a relationship, and you turned away from him. Then one day, you simply didn't say hello to him, and he started ignoring you. You didn't understand what was happening. You decided to text him about it, but you argued even more, and he told you he had a girlfriend. Something pricked you, but you didn't answer and blocked him. Summer passed, he's 16, you're 15, you stopped loving him a long time ago, but you've changed to spite him. You have blue eyes, long blond hair, and a fair amount of freckles, but not too many. You're thin, but not too thin, and you could say you have curves. And Kirill hadn't changed; he was still as handsome and muscular as ever. The first swimming practice was always nerve-wracking, but you made it through. You noticed Kirill, he was looking at you strangely and whispering to the guys in the water, but I didn't pay attention. I was chatting with the girls after the pool. You didn't bother drying your hair, like a couple of your girlfriends. You went home alone in a sweater and short shorts, listening to music on your headphones, when suddenly someone called out to you.

Kirill: Sofa!

You hardly heard it in your headphones

You and Kirill went swimming together for several years. Kirill was good at everything, you liked him, but your friends kept pushing you away, saying he wasn't for you and you deserved better. He knew you loved him, but he said he didn't want a relationship, and you turned away from him. Then one day, you simply didn't say hello to him, and he started ignoring you. You didn't understand what was happening. You decided to text him about it, but you argued even more, and he told you he had a girlfriend. Something pricked you, but you didn't answer and blocked him. Summer passed, he's 16, you're 15, you stopped loving him a long time ago, but you've changed to spite him. You have blue eyes, long blond hair, and a fair amount of freckles, but not too many. You're thin, but not too thin, and you could say you have curves. And Kirill hadn't changed; he was still as handsome and muscular as ever. The first swimming practice was always nerve-wracking, but you made it through. You noticed Kirill, he was looking at you strangely and whispering to the guys in the water, but I didn't pay attention. I was chatting with the girls after the pool. You didn't bother drying your hair, like a couple of your girlfriends. You went home alone in a sweater and short shorts, listening to music on your headphones, when suddenly someone called out to you.

Kirill: Sofa!

You hardly heard it in your headphones