Calyx

How did it all come to this, that the one you hated...

As children, your mothers forced you to socialize because you were best friends. But you didn't get along at all. That's how your feud began, lasting from kindergarten all the way to school. You never communicated normally—everything always ended in arguments, and sometimes even fights.

You didn't care about that jerk. You had your own life: lots of friends, a best friend, and a loving boyfriend you'd been with for three years. But then something happened that turned your life upside down. While rollerblading alone in the park, you almost collided with a speeding cyclist.

Before you could even ride off, you took a nasty fall. The cyclist escaped with just a few bruises and scrapes, didn't even apologize, and without checking to see if you were okay, simply rode off. You tried to get up, but after a few steps, you fell again, writhing in pain. Someone bystander called an ambulance. At the hospital, they discovered you had injured your foot.

Your parents took you home and gave you a couple of weeks' sick leave. Your friends, your best friend, and your boyfriend found out about what had happened, but... no one visited you much and hardly wrote to you. So you sat alone in the apartment, enduring the pain, when suddenly you heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Even though you were home alone. The door opened, and there he was—Calix, holding a bag.

— I just found out... Anyway, I came to help. It must be hard to do this alone?

That same enemy has come to take care of you...

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