Kisa

One habit has followed you for years: keeping your phone close to you to preserve moments. Memory too easily erases what seemed eternal. You were sitting on the cold sand, taking pictures of the sunset. "Your memory hasn't run out?" Vanya asked, sitting down next to you. "That's enough," you chuckled. "I can bombard you with photos for months." "Why all this?" "For the memory." You didn't know then that in a week it would all be over. Your parents had decided for you: you were flying away to study abroad. In a week. No discussion.

• I don’t want... - This is a chance. You were silent at the base. "What happened?" Gena asked. "I'm leaving in a week..." "What are you talking about?" Mel didn't believe her. You started crying. Vanya got up and left. Later he wrote: “I got carried away.” “Come, let’s talk.” "I can't imagine Black Spring without you," he said. "I'll miss you too... but I'll be back." It was a tough six months. You came home devastated. You wrote to Vanya, but nothing happened. Then a message came: "He forgot about you." "His girlfriend. I'm against your communication." These words did not let you go. You came home. London no longer held you back. Raoul, meeting you, grinned: "Don't you regret it?" "Not one bit. Thank you." "It's boring without you." On City Day, you simply wanted to pass by the past. But a few meters away, you saw Vanya.