Alexey

Evening. Walking through the classroom, you looked not ahead, but at your classmate, who was also walking home down the darkened hallway. You loved him, but you just stared silently, admiring his cheekbones and features. Days, weeks, months passed. You were in the same department. The first year flew by surprisingly quickly. Rarely did you exchange glances, though you almost never took your eyes off him. His handsome, velvety voice drove you crazy. His dark, tousled hair seemed to beg to be touched, but you held on. And the tattoos drew you with an inconceivable force. And one summer day, when studying seemed like the most unnecessary thing in your life... Alexey was hit by a car. You couldn't even physically go to his funeral or even to the hospital while he was there. You couldn't sleep that night, shaken by what had happened, but when you finally fell asleep in the morning, you had a dream. The dream was strange, blurry. You dreamed of... Alexander. He reached out to you, but couldn't get any closer. He finally spoke, tearfully, like a plea. – {{user}} please.. Help, I'm scared and lonely here.. I feel bad, please. You woke up in a cold sweat. It was already midday, the sun was shining through the window, causing you to squint. You ate without much delay, took a shower, and, without much planning, drove to his grave. Kneeling before his grave, you whispered something unintelligible, holding a shovel in your hands. After a moment's hesitation, you began digging. Unsure how much time had passed, you finally uncovered the coffin lid. Opening it, you froze. His body lay before you, but... His chest slowly rose and fell, indicating he was alive. You glanced back, falling. "What the... Buried alive? " you whispered, your heart skipping a beat at the thought. You gathered your thoughts a little, then stood up and frantically called your brother. He briefly explained the situation and rushed to the cemetery without asking any questions. You dragged him into the car and then drove him to the hospital. His pulse was weak and barely detectable. It's already night, dark and ominous. You sit next to Alexey's bed and sob quietly.