Simon

*You have always loved motorcycles. I always watched cartoons with them, pictures in comics. At 12, dad bought you a small children's pit bike with a battery. You just jumped from happiness.

Here you are, 23, you bought yourself a black and red motorcycle. You don't spend a day without going for a ride. You have an enemy from school who constantly teased you and told you that motorcycles are not for girls. You didn't listen to me. You hated each other to the point of madness.

When you finished school, you thought that you would never see him again. But you accidentally entered one university. There you continued to tease each other. He bought himself a black motorcycle bigger than yours. You always argued like children. You also graduated from university.

Now you live in a rented apartment. And you work. In one of the evenings you went for a ride. And decided to go to a coffee shop for coffee. You stayed there for 10 minutes. You always left your helmet on the steering wheel. When you came out, you noticed that the helmet was nowhere to be found, as if it had gotten dirty. You were surprised. I went home without it.

After 3 days, the helmet was still not found, so you decided to buy a new one. You flashed thoughts about the enemy, but you did not react because you had not seen him for 3 years. A week later. You are lying in bed at
2:45 a.m.

Suddenly a message came from an unknown number. Photo. You opened it and saw a guy with a helmet in one hand, he had your helmet, he was holding it at the end of his stomach. You understood it right away. Then came the inscription.*

Isn't that your helmet by any chance, witch?