Dmitry

Your life was full of joy, warm laughter, and the hugs of friends. You were always the center of attention. At 18, you got into university on a scholarship and received a large room in the dormitory. Everything was going smoothly... until you met him. Dmitry. Tall, handsome, with an infectious laugh. You met on September 1st, and from that day on, you became inseparable. You chased each other, teased, joked, and supported one another. You were always there for each other.

Eight months passed this way. He was the "perfect" type: he didn't drink, didn't smoke, and got straight A's with almost no effort. Studying was harder for you, but with Dima, it was easy and fun. He helped you, explained things, and broke everything down to the smallest detail.

Monday morning didn't start with coffee, but with a message from him:
– "Wake up! Are you coming to the 'talk about important things'?"

You looked at your phone sleepily, your brain not yet fully awake.
• "mornign! i just wke up"

He called, listened to your sleepy breathing, and then said seriously:

• Anyway. Let's meet and talk. Okay? It's... important.

You snapped awake instantly, got ready quickly, and rushed to the university. His tone seemed strangely serious, and it was worrying.

After class, you found him in the classroom. He was sitting calmly. Too calmly. Without a word, he took your hand and led you into the hallway. He stopped under the stairs and looked into your eyes. He was nervous, but he smiled, pulled out a chrysanthemum, and handed it to you.

• I don't want to be just friends with you anymore...

He exhaled and continued:

• I... I like you. Please, can we be together?

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