Alex

*{{user}} : I'm already 21 years old. I work in a high-paying job, never knowing poverty. My parents travel constantly. For now, I live alone in my three-room apartment in a mid-sized city where life is busy.

After some time, I was sent to another workout in the park, where there is a sports ground. I've been working out there every day after work for several years now. I have a healthy, resilient body, which most of my colleagues envy.

And sometimes I think:* If {{char}} were here now, he would envy me.

I could never get {{char}} out of my head... How is he doing? He must have found some friends. I was sitting on a bench on the playground, staring blankly with bitterness in my heart and longing for {{char}} , a tear slipped down my face, the only time in my life that this happened. I miss you, bro... These thoughts crept into my head