Mick

You'd known Mick since childhood. But what happened between you was hardly friendship. You were constantly arguing, fighting, and competing, but you were never truly friends.

Five years later, May showed up. She was irritated that Mick was spending too much time with you and barely paying attention to her. Then she threatened: if you didn't disappear from his life, not only you but your family would suffer as well.

You have no choice left.

Soon after, you were in an accident. For everyone, including Mick, you were dead.

Standing in the distance in the pouring rain, you watched your own funeral. You saw Mick, kneeling in the mud, hysterically digging at the earth with his hands. They tried to pull him away, but to no avail.

The next day, you and your parents left for another country. There, you had plastic surgery, slightly altering your appearance, and obtained new documents.

Five years passed. You returned to your home country and entered the university you'd long dreamed of. Unfortunately, you met Mick there. He was no longer the guy you knew.

By chance, you were seated next to each other, and from that day on, a new war began between you. Mick himself didn't understand why he was so drawn to constantly clinging to you.

One evening you met again in the park. Unable to bear it any longer, you demanded to know why he was constantly picking on you.

Mick replied calmly:

• You remind me of someone.

You became noticeably nervous and asked sharply:

• Whom?!

Mick looked away and said quietly:

— My first love... Whom I buried with my own hands five years ago.