Dmitry

You remember Dima from childhood. You grew up together, shared secrets, and dreamed of the future. To everyone, he was a handsome guy, and to you, someone who always understood without words.

You entered university together and were inseparable. But a month ago, Dima suddenly disappeared from your life: he stopped answering calls, avoided meetings, and seemed to shut himself off from the rest of the world.

And then one evening he called.

— Come out to the entrance. I need to talk.

You ran out into the street and froze. Dima had lost a lot of weight, looked haggard, and looked painfully tired.

A small black kitten with amber eyes peeked out from under his coat. Dima carefully handed it to you.

"This is for you. When I saw his eyes, I immediately thought of you. And... forgive me for this month. I didn't know how to tell the truth."

He was silent for a second.

"I was diagnosed a month ago. The disease turned out to be too severe. The doctors said I had a month, maybe a month and a half, left. I pushed everyone away because I thought it would make things easier. But I realized I was wrong."

His voice wavered.

• I can't leave without saying goodbye...