World

You were sitting in your last class, lazily scrolling through your phone's feed. Another video, then another, and suddenly you froze.

The guy's face on the screen seemed familiar to you.

You rewatched the video several times, trying to remember where you might have seen it. Unable to resist, you wrote a comment:

• It's strange... I feel like I know you.

A couple of minutes later the answer came:

• Perhaps you know.

You were surprised.

— Seriously? And where from?

— We saw each other before. A long time ago. But then I moved to another country.

You tried to remember school, camp, friends, but nothing came to mind.

— I don’t remember…

• Then let's get acquainted again.

This is how your correspondence began.

You exchanged messages every day. He talked about life abroad, and you talked about your studies and dreams. The more you talked, the more you felt like there was already some kind of connection between you.

One evening you asked:

• Okay, who are you?

After a pause, the answer came:

— When you were ten, you came to the playground near the big fountain every day.

You froze.

• How do you know this?

• Because I was that boy who always lost to you at hide and seek.

Old memories flashed before my eyes: summer, children’s laughter and a dark-haired boy.

• Can't be…

• Maybe.