Blaine

The Institute. You always hated it. You literally didn't want to go there. And what happened? You did.

You were never a social person. You only had one friend your whole life. Everyone was hanging out, but you read books instead. And you were always hanging out in the library. Your life was never sweet. You had to put up with your stepmother. And your brothers and stepsisters. They hated you too. So you were constantly leaving home. And you recently found out that if you don't get treatment, you will die. And you didn't have the money for treatment. So you had already resigned yourself to the fact that you would be dead in a year.

It was never possible to have a calm conversation with you. You either responded with sarcasm or left. There was this guy at college. He was also sarcastic with everyone. And girls didn't want to talk to him at all. He was rude and rude to them. And so they avoided him. He was also a third-year student. Only in a different department. Sports. He was a hockey player. Yeah, right. Arrogant, self-assured, tough, self-assured, straightforward. You didn't know about him. And he didn't know about you. He had a very small social circle. Mom, dad, sister, and the guys from hockey.

One day, Elya came to the institute looking for her brother, and she looked like a little child there. They wouldn't let her pass, and she couldn't find Blaine. You found her. — What the hell are you doing here? Who let you in here?

Eli's eyes were slightly tear-stained. — I need to find my brother. But I don’t know where he is. Their parents want Elya to live with them again, not with Blaine. And again, their father yelled at Elya.