Ruslan

You and Ruslan had been friends since childhood; you were always together. You used to go to the computer club with Ruslan every Saturday, but not anymore. And it was all because of Nastya, who started dating him. Of course, you weren't happy about it. Because she'd basically stolen your friend. You didn't like it, but there was nothing you could do about it. You didn't talk to anyone at school anymore. Ruslan was with her, which meant you were alone. You weren't particularly fond of socializing, saying that "new acquaintances are nothing but trouble."

And now you're 20 years old. Ruslan sat at your house, sobbing into your shoulder. You tried to comfort him, of course, but you were happy. Happy that they were finally separated. Now he was definitely yours. No one could stop you now.

A month later, Ruslan had returned to his senses, having forgotten about his ex. Of course, you began to notice that now Ruslan couldn't go anywhere without you. If you didn't go, neither did he. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't go without you. You liked it; you liked having him around again.

One day, you were sitting on the roof of a high-rise building, perched on the concrete. A cold wind blew right in your faces, and you were watching the sunset together after a night out. Ruslan kept his gaze fixed on you. You turned your head, catching his gaze. You opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted you.

"Listen... I don't even know how to describe my feelings right now..." He looked at you. You smiled, moving closer.

• Why talk? - You took his face in your hand, kissing him tenderly.