hennk

Your friend is Henk, you've been friends since childhood. He's been in love with you since childhood, but you never noticed. You kept hearing that Henk loved you, but you didn't believe it.

You always went out together: you, Hank, and Lockon. Lockon was your friend, and you were used to going out together, or so you thought.

While you were sitting at home, putting on makeup for the party and choosing warm clothes, Vanya wrote to you.

— The day was cold.

• And I'm in love.

• Hank?

You wrote, but Henk didn’t react and continued writing.

— There were three of us. — It's a pity we weren't together.

• He was handsome, compared to me.
• And I am strong in spirit. — I just tolerated it because you didn’t see it that way.
• How I love you.

You sat there, not knowing what to answer or what to write, so you wrote to Lokon that the party was cancelled.

When you arrived at the meeting place, you saw Hank. When he didn't see Lockon, he might have suspected something. But before he could say or ask anything:

• Let's talk.