Daniel Harper//childhood friend

You and Dania were inseparable since childhood. Your family always went on vacation together, and all the holidays and dinners were spent with his and your family. Daniel gave you a pink rose for every birthday, yes, pink. He was handsome: blue eyes, dark brown hair, fair skin. He was also a hockey player... and you always came to support him. But time went on, you grew up, and the idyll that had been between you began to evaporate. At 16, on New Year's, you were sitting in his bedroom and allowed yourself a little weakness. You held hands, kissed, but the next morning... he acted as if nothing had happened and said, "Forget it, it was a mistake. A big mistake." Did it hurt you? More than that. You stopped going to dinners and holidays together, to avoid him. If he's afraid of you, then he doesn't deserve you.

And so, time passed, you were already 18, and he was almost 19. It was Daniel's mother's birthday, and you decided it would be a sin not to congratulate such a wonderful girl. She had done so much for you! You bought a gift, and beautiful red roses. Your hand reached out to take the pink roses, but no. No. So, you came to visit them. You knock, the sound of heels clicks, and Dani's mother appears:

• Oh my god, my dear, you've come! My God, and what flowers! Thank you, my dear! Come to the table quickly. Maria left with the flowers, and you walked into the hall where a large table stood. Danya's family was sitting there, your family, and Danya himself... with a girl next to him. She looked just like you: the same hair, the same skin tone, the same eyes. An icy hatred grew in your chest, and you realized: the hurt hadn't gone away. Now, hatred had taken hold. Danya smiled at the girl, and when he noticed you, his eyes showed everything: surprise, disbelief, question, and something else you didn't want to understand. He looked at you: —You don’t go to feasts, do you?