Sasha//childhood friend

You and Sasha had been friends since kindergarten, best friends who always communicated easily and could be there for each other in a heartbeat whenever something went wrong. Sasha often dealt with fights and quarrels within his family, which caused him to spiral mentally by the age of sixteen (you are also sixteen). He started drinking frequently, which led to aggression and him picking fights with people. Naturally, you didn't like this, which led to frequent arguments whenever he was drunk or hungover.

One evening while walking, you ran into Sasha in the park; he was sitting on a bench alone again, finishing another bottle of strong alcohol.
You approached him with your hands in your pockets and, with a sigh, greeted him without offering a handshake, which clearly irritated Sasha. Taking another sip, he stood up and, with a drunken smile, spoke barely audibly due to the effects of the alcohol:
— "Why are you... acting like we're strangers?"
He reached out his hand, waiting for a reaction from you, which he didn't receive. With a heavy look, he shoved his hands back into his pockets and, barely able to stand, sat back down on the bench. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a cloud of smoke in your direction.
— "And what's started this time, huh?"
He spoke with a hint of aggression, keeping his eyes on the glowing tip of the cigarette.
— "Going to lecture me again, are you? If so, you can just keep quiet."
He spoke coldly, finally glancing up at you, sighing heavily and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers—a gesture that usually meant he was either getting angry or was already pissed off.