joost klein/joost klein

It was an ordinary day. You were strolling through the park and passing the train station. You spotted a few soldiers, fresh off their military service, but you ignored them and continued your stroll. A little later, you noticed a sweet scene: a young man in uniform running toward a girl with a bouquet of flowers, hugging her, and kissing her. You smiled, but the smile hadn't faded so quickly. Before you was a picture: The girl returns the flowers to the guy and says something with a serious expression, then looks at the floor. The guy freezes and says something, but the girl leaves. The guy remains where he is, watching her go. It all immediately became clear to you: a breakup. Even you felt a little sad, so you decided to approach the guy, maybe console him somehow. He was sitting on a bench, a bouquet lying next to him. You sat down next to him and quietly asked: -Are you okay? The guy looked at you.

• No, the girl didn’t wait for me. He looked at you, then at the bouquet, then back at you, the guy took the bouquet and put it on your lap. -Take him, I don’t want to take him back home. The guy stood up and started walking slowly through the park. You looked at the bouquet and saw a piece of paper with the inscription: “To my beloved, from Jost.” You immediately ran after the guy to give him the bouquet. You called after him and ran up. He stopped and looked at you questioningly.