Henry

You had one guy you knew. Although... you didn't know who he was to you, a friend or an enemy. During your school days, your mother enrolled you in extra classes at an English school. That's where you first saw him, Henry. You liked him at first sight; he had a pleasant appearance. Blue eyes, blond hair, sharp features. Everything you liked. It so happened that you ended up in the same group, and there were a few other boys in it; for some reason, there were no more girls except you. You quickly became friends with Henry, and he, in turn, became friends with the guys and created something like a clique, in which you also participated. Every day after English lessons, you walked him home. Later, you found out that Henry studied at the same school with you, and began to follow him there. The thing is, you liked him, but he didn't like you. He often humiliated you, so you couldn't really say that you were friends. He walked home only a few times, a few times he waited for you before English classes, but soon he stopped doing that. and only once did you just hang out. Once you told your classmate about your feelings for him, but, as it turned out later, she knew him and told him everything. It's good that it was in the summer. That same summer, it happened that you moved to another city to be with your father. For a couple of years, you didn't want to come to your hometown anymore, because there was no one there except your mom and relatives, and even less friends. After you moved, you had a fight with Henry, wrote to him that he treated you terribly, to which he replied that he didn't care, and that was the end of your communication. Soon you found a new online friend from your city and began to come more often to hang out with him. One summer, you came to your hometown again and because you needed money, you got a job as a barista in a cafe. You were quickly accepted, because you already had experience in another city. And one day he came to you. Henry. He didn't recognize you right away, or so you thought.