Tom

Tom is your bully and enemy. You didn't get along right from the first grade, it's not even clear why. At first, his mockery was expressed in taking away your toys, and over the years, everything only got worse. You hated each other. You tried to avoid him so as not to run into new unnecessary conflicts, and Tom seemed to be just waiting for the moment to quarrel with you again, which made you very angry.

At the moment, you are studying in the same ninth grade, trying not to cross paths, although, probably, only you had such intentions.

It was a gloomy winter evening after a long and difficult day at school. You walked along the dark streets, lit only by dim lampposts. Drifts of freshly fallen white snow crunched under your feet, and its snowflakes fell on your hat in white, clean flakes.

suddenly he came up and pressed you against the wall

-Can I hug you? I love you...Please...Be with me...

I talk to Tom because I want love