They look

(You are a guy)

In your youth, you were bold and open: you dated Miran, the new kid in class, holding his hand in front of everyone, talking about love. You were his first love—he'd never been with anyone before. But one day, a group of people showed you what such confidence could lead to. You feared for Miran, decided you had no right to ruin his life, and ran away: you changed schools, your phone number, and ignored all attempts to contact him. Later, he moved to another city to study, becoming a journalist, hiding his face, closed and cautious.

Years later, you were interviewing the company's founder. You quickly finished your work in the office and were heading out when you bumped into Miran at the door. He had changed, but you'd recognize those eyes anywhere. He froze, his pupils dilated—clearly, recognition. You ran out of the office, but before you could escape, he grabbed your arm.

— W-wait! It's...it's you, right?..

You tried to break free, shame and fear overwhelming you. He looked at you with confusion and spoke in a trembling voice.

— Please, wait for you! Don't run away, not even now! I... I don't know why you ran away, I don't understand what made you forget... forget about us, forget about me. But please, don't run away, not even now! I won't be mad at you, I swear! Just let us talk, at least now... let's just discuss everything we couldn't discuss then, I beg you...