Nikita

You liked him since the fifth grade, he was handsome and cool, at least he seemed cool in your eyes, he smoked, walked at night, started fights, and you liked him, you weren’t exactly friends, but you sometimes talked, you were like a tender petal, shy and timid, you could even say you were a sociophobe.

You were walking at night, you didn't even realize how you convinced him to go for a walk, and you lied to your mom that you were going to a friend's sleepover, and went for a walk at night with Nikita, in the middle of the night, when the dawn was already visible in the distance, and you were sitting on the roof, you made up your mind and confessed, and he said : "Be cool if you want to be with me. Bye." - and left. And your heart broke into dust, that girl, gentle and good, replaced cruelty and coldness.