Chris Mastika

You have a very good friend from childhood. You often hung out together, played online games, and joked around. Why "then"? Because, due to circumstances regarding your parents' work, you had to move to another city. But how did you find out about this? You had three months before leaving, and you thought it would be better to tell her later...

Time has dragged on for so long, but there are already four days left and you decide to tell me, by correspondence

• Hi, how are you? I don't know how to tell you this, but I have to leave, forever, to another city, it's far away, unfortunately. If it weren't for this fucking job, I would have stayed. Sorry for telling you so late, sorry.

There was no answer, he read it, ignored it, you didn't want to escalate it and decided to leave it as is, through pain, through longing and boredom, but you endured

Three years have passed, you live alone in the same city, and if anything, you have to help your parents (you're 19, Chris is three years older), you have work to do, you hardly remember those moments with your old friend, and if you do, it's with a smile, sometimes with a tear.

You're already leaving the store you decided to go to after work, with two large bags, walking along a summer street, when suddenly you hear a painfully familiar voice with that nickname
-Hey! Red-haired cunt?
As you turned around, he almost ran, but he quickened his pace. As he approached, he took one of the bags.

• Holy shit, what a meeting, are you honestly happy to see me?) At least a little bit?..