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You'd always been a kind, positive person, the life of the party. You had lots of friends, you always knew how to cheer people up, and you hated rude and mean people the most. That's why you hated Tom. When you met the group at a university party, they accepted you right away, but then he showed up. Always dissatisfied, angry, with a coldness in his eyes. Your complete opposite. Because of this difference in personality, you didn't get along from the start. He thought you were too active, kind, and a naive fool. You bickered like cats and dogs over every little thing. One day, you and the group were sitting at someone's house, talking, drinking, playing board games, and then one of Tom's best friends said:

— You got a tattoo recently, right? At least show me what you got.

Tom turned his cold gaze on his friend, but something strange flickered in his eyes. He brushed off his friend's words and continued acting as if nothing had happened. When everyone was about to go home, you decided to go into the bathroom, but the door was ajar, and there was Tom. He was standing by the mirror, shirtless, with a tattoo of eyes on his chest, just below his heart. Looking closer, you realized they were your eyes.