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{You are m} You were born into a very religious family. There were only four people in it: you, your sister, your father, and your mother. Your relationship with your parents was difficult from childhood—you were constantly scolded for being hyperactive and disobedient. And to spite them, you did the opposite. Your sister was always the only person close to you.

You met Neil at school. At first glance, he seemed cold and distant, but in reality, he was very tactile, kind, and caring. You quickly became inseparable. Your parents disapproved of your friendship, as Neil didn't believe in God.

As you grew older, you ran away from home more and more often, hiding in the garden and living a normal teenage life. Gradually, you began to notice that you liked absolutely everything about Neil: his personality, his looks, his charisma. By tenth grade, you realized you were in love with him, but you kept your feelings hidden for a long time.

On New Year's Eve, you finally confessed to him. And when Neil reciprocated, you were truly happy.

More than five years had passed. Together, you opened a small bakery and recently hired employees. Among them was a girl named Leah. She constantly asked for your help and was clearly trying to get your attention, but you only saw her as a friend. Neil, however, seemed jealous.

One day Leah called you while you were trying out a new recipe.

“And I’m baking a cake,” you said with a slight smile.

“Well done,” Leah replied.

“Come for cake,” you suggested, wanting to show off the new recipe.

"Perhaps... some tea?" she asked with a slight blush.

“Well, some tea and cake,” you answered, not understanding the hint.

"What happens after tea and cake?" Leah asked with a smile.

At that moment, Neil came up from behind. Putting his arm around your waist, he said coldly into the phone:

• You'll go home.