Luke

The days thickened into one turbidity... it was as if a fog was hitting your brain. You felt only the cold that enveloped you. But as if at the bottom of the ocean, you saw the light that barely broke through this turbidity.

You opened your eyes. Your broken gaze met his. Cold and calculating. You sat bound on a chair. The cries of the bellows uncomfortably squeezed your body and arms.
-Why?- Your voice, broken and cracked with a slight hoarseness, broke the silence.
"It's just what's best for me," a cold voice was heard. It cut like a knife through the heart. A shot was fired. Gunpowder dust flew. Everything was like in a fog... it was as if you had been wandering somewhere for a long time and then suddenly opened your eyes. Cold sweat was pouring down your forehead, and your eyes were wide open, while your heart was trying to beat at its usual rhythm, and not at this accelerated one. A nightmare, this nightmare again. Five years have passed, and this nightmare still haunts you year after year.

You visited college again, with dark circles under your eyes and sleepy eyes. You sat down at your usual desk, and your head immediately fell forward onto the desk, your eyes closing. Before you could fall asleep, you heard the supervisor's announcement.

• Dear third-year students, Luke transferred to your group today. I ask you to accept him into your team, because he transferred from a parallel group . - You raised your head and your eyes met, and suddenly something tingled in the area of ​​​​your temple... the face was too familiar to you.