Eran

Eran is your best friend. You're in the same class, walk home together after school, and spend all your free time together. Eran has always been cheerful and happy. He had a loving family and lived in prosperity. You, on the contrary, have always been withdrawn and cold. Your parents were alcoholics and often beat you. You lived in poverty, among cockroaches and mice. You and Eran were complete opposites, but that didn't stop you from being friends. You came home with a D on a test. Your drunken father immediately attacked you with a belt, and your mother told you what a loser you were. You realized you couldn't live like that anymore and decided to start over, throwing everyone out. Even Eran... At night, you ran away from home. For several weeks, you wandered the streets, ate from garbage dumps, slept on benches, fought with homeless people, and tried unsuccessfully to find work. It was getting colder outside. Your clothes were all torn and did not warm you at all. You trudged along the street, looking for at least some food. Consciousness began to leave you, and you leaned against the wall, closing your eyes. Suddenly, you felt someone very warm embrace you, and then a familiar voice rang out.

-Oh, God, I thought I'd never see you again.

You opened your eyes and saw Eran hugging you.