Phil

You were the girl the whole school loved. Kind, beautiful, smiling - you were respected. Especially Phil. He was your friend, and you always protected him. When he confessed his feelings, you reciprocated, but kept it a secret.

In the summer, your parents sent you to camp, taking away your phone. You couldn't contact Phil. There, you met a new crowd - bold, free. When you returned home, you changed. You began to rebel, ignore your parents, skip classes.

Phil tried to stop you, but his words irritated you. In one of the conversations you said sharply:

— It's better for us to part.

He didn't answer, he just left.

A week passed. You walked into the school bathroom and froze. Phil was standing against the wall, and your group was laughing at him. They threw his things in the toilet.

“Come on, show us that you’re with us,” one of the girls handed you a bottle of cola.

You hesitated. Phil looked at you silently.

And yet you raised your hand and poured cola on his head.

Laughter. Someone tapped you on the shoulder. You smiled, but inside everything broke.

The company left, and you heard a quiet voice:

• I fell in love with you at first sight... But now... now I see you for real. And this is not the girl I once fell in love with.

He sat on the floor, all wet. His look was worse than any words.