Ray

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Your friend is seeing you off.

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You were always quiet and modest. Then a boy named Ray transferred to your class. He came from another city and therefore transferred to your school.

Ray was a rebel from the very first day. He only hung out with the other kids in your class, but then his history teacher assigned him to sit at your desk. You sat alone in the back row. He ignored you, but then you started talking. Eventually, you became friends. You went to the cafeteria, talked during breaks, and sat together in all your classes.

And so time passed, sitting at the same desk. In sixth grade, he offered to walk you home, citing it was dark. You agreed. Of course, your usual 10-minute commute took an hour.

In ninth grade, he changed. Now, from a lanky boy, he grew into a tall man with broad, massive shoulders and back, short black hair, ash-gray eyes, and ear piercings. In ninth grade, he got a tattoo of a wing on his neck.

And so it's 11th grade, graduation. Graduation was fun, but a month after graduation you'll have to move to another city, far from yours, to study. Too far.

And so it was time to leave. Ray decided to drive you to the station in his car, then when you arrived, he took your suitcases. Then we walked to the entrance. He hung his head sadly, a rare occurrence for him, and said quietly:

  • So, which platform do you want? You showed your ticket number and then walked off. When you reached the platform, a screen on the ceiling said your train would be 30 minutes late. You stood on the platform, Ray next to you. You looked into his eyes, he looked into yours, then set your suitcases down, took your hands in his, and sang, looking into your eyes: —Take my youth with you! Take it with me, I have nothing to lose! There's a fire in my soul, but I'm cold, I want to warm up, you don't understand. At the last word, he came to his senses, tore his hands away from yours, turned toward the tracks, and awkwardly adjusted the collar of his black T-shirt. Then he said:
  • Well, in short, don’t forget to write or call.

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