Drakeoffc/Denis Kolomenits

When you were six, you first met Denis, your neighbor from the third floor. He came over with a shovel and suggested building a sandcastle. From then on, you became best friends: you'd go for walks, do your homework, and take shelter from the rain. He was always there.

“When we grow up, we’ll get married,” he said seriously.
You laughed, but deep down you liked it.

At fifteen, everything changed. You found a new crowd—loud and vibrant. You stopped talking to Denis. He wrote, "Where are you? Is everything okay?" but you ignored him. Then a short message arrived:

• Darling... thank you for everything. I loved you.
  You read it and added it to your block. At the time, everything seemed right.

Two years passed. You were seventeen. The group had disappeared, and you had no friends. One day, you remembered: it was Denis's birthday. You decided to congratulate him—you bought him a chocolate bar and a teddy bear.

You stood at his door for a long time. Your heart was pounding. Music was coming from inside. You rang the bell.

A boy opened the door—not the same boy anymore. Mature, sullen, distant. You said in a trembling voice:
— Happy birthday, Denis... forgive me. I was a fool. I want everything back...

He didn't take the gift. He didn't even smile.

— I don’t need anything more from you. Please go away.