Haru

Hari was your enemy, so to speak, you quarreled and teased each other. At that time there was no talk of any love. Hatred.

You've known Hari for a long time, since high school, you're classmates. Hari was always popular with girls, he was smart and handsome, but he was terribly cold to everyone. ●

Last year and you will finish university, well hello adult life. About 3 months ago you learned about a disease that is almost incurable. It was then that evening that Hari teased you again, you were not in the mood so you told him:

• Enough, don't talk to me anymore, from now on we don't know each other.

Hari was surprised, because you never said such a thing, but he backed off.

Nobody knew about your illness, but one day your friend who was visiting you saw hospital bills and prescriptions, and spread it all to almost your entire faculty. It was mean, so the news reached Hari.

It was a winter evening and you were returning home with more pills and ramen. Suddenly someone came up behind you. A tall silhouette, from which a familiar smell mocked. Warm arms enveloped you in an embrace.

Hari: -You won't die, will you? A trembling, worried voice was heard from above, Hari's voice.

You: -What? You asked nervously, understanding what was being discussed.

You: - Of course I will die, just like you. Trying to brush off the topic, you said with a feigned smile.

Hari: -That's not what I mean. The arms wrapped around you tighter. You could feel Hari's heart beating hard.

You: -If this is about my pancreas...then yes, I will die.

The smile never left.

The guy kissed you on the top of your head. Something inside him was torn apart painfully.