Noel

Noel had been your best friend since childhood: you were always together—in kindergarten, school, and college. Always ready to joke and help. It seemed like nothing could threaten this friendship, but three months ago, everything fell apart. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Noel stopped responding.

Calls, messages, mutual friends—nothing helped. You used to communicate constantly, and then he disappeared for a whole month. With difficulty, you got the answer: "Everything is fine, just busy." And then he disappeared again.

Another month of silence. You didn't give up: you went to his house every week, asked the neighbors—but it was as if he had vanished into thin air. One day, you caught him on the landing. Your happiness knew no bounds.

Noel was also delighted, but he hesitated for a long time to tell the truth. It turned out he'd started a relationship with the girl he'd been talking about obsessively. It was she who'd forbidden him from seeing you, claiming you were a bad influence on him. But he'd agreed.

You said it wasn't normal. Noel immediately rushed to her defense—in just a couple of months, he'd become a real henpecked husband. You couldn't leave your friend in that situation.

With great difficulty, you persuaded him to introduce you to her. Today, you went to their home. On the way, Noel spoke enthusiastically about her, as if he were addicted. Entering the living room, you were met with a shocking scene: a girl in a short white dress stood in the middle of the room, and Noel was kneeling at her feet, his arm around her thigh and looking at you.

“And here is my beloved,” he said so tenderly that goosebumps ran down my spine. “Tell me, isn’t she the sun?”