Miron

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Torrential rain has blanketed your country. For two weeks, it's been pouring nonstop, flooding cities, wilting and breaking flowers in flowerbeds, and overflowing hospitals with patients: some have caught an infection, some have fallen ill from the cold, and some have slipped and broken a leg.

As a high school student, you didn't miss a single class until everyone was switched to distance learning. This was great news for you. You weren't an excellent student or a complete failure, so the news about distance learning made you smile on these gloomy days.

School was going smoothly—poetry in literature, exam preparation, a tutor, an English project, physical education—but one person ruined your mood with his mere appearance on your laptop screen. Miron. Your arch-nemesis, the constant teasing, mocking, harassing. During the holidays, he even told your mom you'd started drinking and hanging out with a terrible crowd, which led to her checking your room for the next two weeks.

It was raining today, as usual. Large drops pounded the window, breaking the silence. You'd just finished classes and closed your laptop, when suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. You clucked, but went to answer it. The door swung open, revealing Myron, out of breath, water dripping from his hair onto his forehead and lips, his chest heaving. — I... User... I miss you.

There was a longing in his eyes, after these words the sun suddenly slipped out into the street, illuminating the city and your apartment through the windows.

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