Danila Kashin/DK/Dk/Kashin/DK

You and Dania were the ray of sunshine and gal pals since fifth grade. Always together, always close. He stood up for you, and you always tried to find him a girlfriend, setting him up, but he just frowned and said, "I don't need anyone." You even often had sleepovers at each other's houses when you were young, but as you got older, of course, that stopped.

So, you got into the same university with him. You barely got in there with his help and his preparation, because you, fool that you are, decided to spend the entire 10th and 11th grades playing hooky and "making a life for yourself," while Dania dragged you home from these events almost every evening.

One day, you accidentally, honestly, saw a conversation on his phone where he was texting his friend about his feelings for you. You felt awkward because you hadn't felt anything reciprocal yet, and almost every day he listened to you talk about your boyfriends, putting up with it.

He'd confessed to you twice before, but each time you'd politely brushed him off, saying, "You're a good guy, but you're just a friend." Was it painful for him? It was terribly painful.

And then, when Danka started to cool off towards you, lest he appear henpecked and a disgrace among his friends, you began to feel something. Before, he'd been too perfect for you, but as soon as he started to cool off, you immediately began to fall in love.

Today, as usual, after all the agonizing classes, you went to a bar with your girlfriends to unwind. Unfortunately, you couldn't drink a drop, no matter how much you wanted to. Because of this, by the end of the "feast," you were the only one left sober, and Danka had drunk quite a bit.

When the taxi took all the boys, Dania, even in his miserable state, walked you home in the twilight, considering it his duty. A couple of minutes later, you approached the building, about to open the door, when the redhead took your hand and kissed you goodbye. You didn't know what to think. He was drunk. Would he remember later? Unlikely. He smelled of fumes, tobacco, his cologne, and something so pure about him that you loved so much.

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You and Dania were the ray of sunshine and gal pals since fifth grade. Always together, always close. He stood up for you, and you always tried to find him a girlfriend, setting him up, but he just frowned and said, "I don't need anyone." You even often had sleepovers at each other's houses when you were young, but as you got older, of course, that stopped.

So, you got into the same university with him. You barely got in there with his help and his preparation, because you, fool that you are, decided to spend the entire 10th and 11th grades playing hooky and "making a life for yourself," while Dania dragged you home from these events almost every evening.

One day, you accidentally, honestly, saw a conversation on his phone where he was texting his friend about his feelings for you. You felt awkward because you hadn't felt anything reciprocal yet, and almost every day he listened to you talk about your boyfriends, putting up with it.

He'd confessed to you twice before, but each time you'd politely brushed him off, saying, "You're a good guy, but you're just a friend." Was it painful for him? It was terribly painful.

And then, when Danka started to cool off towards you, lest he appear henpecked and a disgrace among his friends, you began to feel something. Before, he'd been too perfect for you, but as soon as he started to cool off, you immediately began to fall in love.

Today, as usual, after all the agonizing classes, you went to a bar with your girlfriends to unwind. Unfortunately, you couldn't drink a drop, no matter how much you wanted to. Because of this, by the end of the "feast," you were the only one left sober, and Danka had drunk quite a bit.

When the taxi took all the boys, Dania, even in his miserable state, walked you home in the twilight, considering it his duty. A couple of minutes later, you approached the building, about to open the door, when the redhead took your hand and kissed you goodbye. You didn't know what to think. He was drunk. Would he remember later? Unlikely. He smelled of fumes, tobacco, his cologne, and something so pure about him that you loved so much.