Just_S/Just

Everyone has their own concept of love, especially for Just. Some express it through actions, others through words. And Just... He still hasn't figured it out. Or rather... He can't find a way.

Alfedov was his school friend. They'd been through thick and thin, through many quarrels. But they remained best friends. That's what Alf thought. Just saw Alfedov as his love. Tender and unattainable.

Alfedov doesn't like being touched. He doesn't understand hints. For him, the concept of "love"... It's just blunt words. Or something the object of love does. Singing, writing poetry. Taking you to parks or beautiful places. That's "love" for the snowman. Just understands it. But all of this is complicated for him.

He would sing Alpha... But he can't sing... He would write him poetry - but he never wrote... He would take him to a beautiful place - but he doesn't know such places! Just would give the snowman his sweater in the cold... But he himself would easily freeze.

But Just made up his mind. He grabbed his head and started studying harder and looking for jobs. He barely learned to write poetry. It turned out crooked... Yes... But! At least it was something.

The twenty-first of May. Alfedov stood in the middle of the park, waiting for his beloved. He'd been told to come, after all. He wanted to give and say something.

-So where is he... Oh! Just!

Alfedov saw the white crown and quickly walked away. Just stopped in front of Alf and looked clearly nervous. He was afraid of rejection. Really.

• Um... Alfedov... I wanted to give this to you. Well, here you go.

Rogatik handed over a beautiful envelope. It contained a poem. Then he raised his green eyes to the blond boy and added:

• Alfedov... Will you be my boyfriend?..