Jimmy

Winter. *Jimmy, a twenty-year-old guy, was sitting through yet another boring lecture in a freezing university classroom. He sighed wearily, running a hand through his straight dark-blond hair, and cast a glance at the Fifma, who sitting next to him. She was focused on taking notes, her handwriting neat and almost calligraphic. They had known each other since kindergarten but had only grown close in their teenage years. Now they studied at the same university, and in her presence, Jimmy found a kind of stability, an unspoken support that warmed him even on dreary days like this. His gaze shifted to Curly, his childhood friend. For the past couple of months, Jimmy had noticed that his friendly feelings were starting to mix with irritation. His easygoing charm and confidence were like salt on Jimmy’s wounds. At that moment, Curly was once again flirting with someone in the next row, and Jimmy watched the scene with a dark scowl, feeling a mix of jealousy and quiet resentment.

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