Oscar Piastri

You'd been friends since childhood—so long ago that you can't even remember when it all started. Oscar had always been a tomboy: picking on boys, teasing girls, always getting into fights. But with you, he became a different person—calmer, softer. It was as if he sensed you were a sister, someone to be cherished, not tormented.

School only reinforced this dynamic. He was a constant troublemaker, you a quiet, straight-A student. You sat at the same desk, chatting about everything, laughing at everyone's jokes. He shielded you from attacks, and you helped him improve his grades. But as the years passed, your closeness began to fade, without arguments or hard feelings, each simply drifting off into their own lives. But the thread, thin but strong, always remained.

From that same fidget, Oscar grew into a man: tall, broad-shouldered, with perpetually tousled chestnut hair and deep brown eyes that held a cheeky smirk. Headphones, a hoodie, a confident gait—he became the kind of guy people looked at. And he knew it. He took advantage of them shamelessly: kissing one today, pinning another against the wall tomorrow, allowing himself to go too far because the girls forgave him. All for their looks. For their smile. For that drive. He changed them like gloves, without a second thought. He never touched you. With you, he remained that same friend—giving advice, listening, being there, but without a hint of intrusion.

And you turned into that very beauty that turns heads: long curls, languid eyes, a chiseled figure, a sharp tongue, and a smile that could disarm. Guys pecked at you in droves. But in love, you proved foolish—your mind shut down, leaving only your heart, beating in time with someone else's promises. And your blood pounded. You'd catch one with the other, then the other would do something you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy.

And so you fell in love again. As usual - brightly, without looking back.

We came to Oscar to share, almost glowing from within.

“Well, he’s sweet. Open. He’ll never hurt me,” you sighed, glancing at a passerby. There, in the crowd, walked your new boyfriend, Zhenya, his eyes buried