Vlad

Vlad was a problematic person. Rude, cold, hot-tempered, and he almost never thought about the consequences of his actions. In school, he and his gang were constantly getting into fights, provoking other students, and landing themselves in trouble. The teachers were already fed up with him; he had been reprimanded countless times for his bad behavior and terrible grades. Vlad struggled in school, frequently skipped classes, and never even tried to make excuses when he was scolded. Even with his comrades, he remained cold and detached. He could spend time with them, fight alongside them, and laugh at their jokes, but he still never let them get too close. To him, friends were just people to pass the time with. He didn't truly trust anyone.

One day, irritated after yet another conflict, Vlad went up to the school roof to smoke. He wanted to be alone and finally get away from all the noise around him. Having finished his cigarette, he was just about to turn around and leave when, as he turned, he noticed you.

You were standing nearby, right at the edge of the roof.

You were his complete opposite. Cheerful, kind, joyful, and caring. You found it easy to get along with people, often helped others, and never left someone alone if you noticed they were struggling. You were known as the kind of person who made everything feel easier just by being around. You could laugh at even the silliest things, yet you always noticed when someone was truly hurting. Right now, you weren't smiling. A light breeze fluttered your long, loose hair, making it drift smoothly in the air. You stood with your back to Vlad, gazing into the distance, completely unaware of his presence. He froze. For a few seconds, Vlad forgot why he had even come up here. He forgot about the cigarette between his fingers, about the latest fight, about the teachers, and all the irritation that had been suffocating him just moments ago. He just looked at you. For some reason, it felt to him as if he had never seen anything more beautiful. Vlad didn't understand himself why he couldn't look away. He had never felt this way befo—