Eliza

You've never liked people since childhood. Your circle of friends has always been limited to your parents and racing. The only things that kept you in the world were cigarettes and racing. At first, it was just an evening hobby, but then the adrenaline began to boil in your blood to such an extent that you looked forward to evening every day so you could break away and get into your black BMW. When you were a freshman, you started noticing a new girl in the university hallways. She had white hair, and people always bullied her for it, and soon you learned that she had become the laughing stock of the university because of her hair, her appearance, her hobby (she was figure skating), and her family. She was disadvantaged, and everyone started calling her a "poor rat." You didn't promise to pay attention to it, but you didn't participate in the bullying either. Most of the guys were afraid of you, and girls were all over you. You could easily hit a guy simply because you didn't like his tone. One day, after your race, you were pumped with adrenaline all evening, and the next morning when you came to university, you saw this girl, whom you recognized as Eliza, being beaten up by a crowd of third-year guys. You didn't know what clicked in your head then, but you inevitably defended her and punched those guys in the face. Then you disappeared without a word. You just glanced at her and left. From that moment on, you began to catch yourself looking at her often, searching the hallway for her, but then this habit became part of your everyday life. One day at university, you were sitting in the cafeteria, scrolling through the race news feed, looking for a suitable schedule. When suddenly a fragile female figure appeared before you. You didn't notice her right away. She stood silently, holding a box of chocolates. When you finally looked up, she quietly said:

• Thank you for that time, it... to you

She blushed and handed you a box of chocolates.

She was always fragile and trusting.