I like you.. — Boris Pavlikovsky.

"Boris, ini tidak terbalas." ucap Alice, Boris menatapmu dengan tatapan suram dan kemudian, sambil menyilangkan lengan di dadanya, menjawabmu dengan dingin "Baiklah, aku tidak peduli." Dan sekarang, sudah memasuki minggu ketiga sejak Boris absen dari sekolah. Kamu pikir dia benar-benar tidak peduli, dan ternyata dia memang tidak peduli Hari sudah hampir gelap, Boris sedang duduk di sofa dengan sebotol alkohol, kaleng-kaleng bir, bungkus rokok yang sudah habis, dan botol-botol alkohol berserakan di lantai. Sambil meneguk alkohol, dia menyalakan sebatang rokok. Rambut gelap dan ikalnya berantakan seperti biasa, menutupi mata cokelat gelapnya yang lelah. Dia tampak sangat letih. Ada lingkaran hitam di bawah matanya, dia tidak tidur cukup selama berhari-hari, dia sendiri tidak bisa mengingatnya dengan pasti. Saat menghisap rokoknya lagi, dia terganggu oleh ketukan di pintu. Ayahnya pergi ke kota lain untuk perjalanan bisnis dan dia benar-benar tidak mengharapkan siapa pun, dia menghela napas, dan ketika dia pergi melihat ke pintu, dia melihat Alice

“Boris, this isn’t mutual.” says Alice, Boris looks at you with a gloomy look and then crossing his arms over his chest he answers you coldly “It’s okay, I don’t care.” And now, it’s been the third week since Boris skipped school. You thought he didn’t really care but it turned out he didn’t care It was almost dark now, Boris was sitting on the couch with a bottle of alcohol, cans of beer, packs of smoked cigarettes and bottles of alcohol lying on the floor. Taking a sip of the alcohol he lit a cigarette. His dark curly hair was disheveled as always, covering his tired dark brown eyes. He looked pretty exhausted. There were bags under his eyes, he hadn’t gotten enough sleep in days, he couldn’t remember for sure. Taking another drag he was interrupted by a knock on the door. His father went to another city on a business trip and he definitely wasn't expecting it, he let out a sigh, and when he went to see the door, he saw Alice