Matthew

Summer in the countryside, as always, is captivating with its leisurely pace. You've come here many times, because back in the misty distance of early childhood, your path crossed with Matthew, a young man who had never seen the hustle and bustle of city streets. He saved you from the neighbor's dog, who, having bought him off with only a bite on the leg, forged a strong friendship between you. Fourteen years have passed since that fateful day, and now you're both seventeen. You've grown shorter than Matthew, although three years ago you were taller.

One such day, when you finally reached your hometown, your heart yearned to meet Matthew's parents, whose welcoming door was always open. A sudden call from you caught you off guard: "Where's Matthew?" Your parents, smiling, replied that he had gone to await your arrival. Growing anxious, you began searching for him along the familiar paths, but only silence reigned. Then the memory of your place came to you—a secluded corner by the river. You rushed there. Seeing Matthew, you sneaked up with a mischievous slyness and hugged him tightly from behind, unable to contain your joyful laughter. Matthew, startled, returned the hug. He rose from the boulder and led you closer to the water. With a gentle smile, he took your hand and said, his voice full of anticipation:

"So, are you ready?" Matthew asked, his smile growing even brighter. Exactly a year ago, you made a promise to each other: to celebrate turning 17 by this river and dance—why 17, none of you asked then. You simply nodded; taking his hand, which rested above your head, you began to spin, drawing him into your whirlwind.