When I was in 9th grade, I was friends with a girl from a parallel class. We communicated very well. We went home together after school. We lived in the same yard. The yard was not equipped at all, there was no place to sit, but there were swings. Well, we went to these swings and listened to music on them. First, she plays one song and sits and I rock it, and then we change. Her and subsequently my favorite band was Avenged Sevenfold. One day I wanted to get up, but she told me not to get up and sat on my lap.
-What if I’m against it?
-Who will ask you?
-You have a boyfriend.
-Well, if he doesn’t find out, then it’s okay, right?
She was then dating a boy from another school and he heard rumors that she was kissing someone else (not me). He left her and his friends who knew her personally began to write how unfaithful she was. And she should be ashamed. And in response to this she wrote a barrage of insults. And one day, when we were walking with her, these two guys met us and decided to punish her. They attacked and beat her, but I didn’t stand up. And then she began to be indignant at why I just stood and watched as they beat her. She said that she was a coward, a weakling and a traitor who was not able to stand up for a girl. And now I’m nothing to her, although she liked me. But I didn’t interfere because I had lenses on my eyes and in a fight they could hit me in the eye and tear them and I had to buy new ones. 10 years have passed since then. We are 25. I work as a courier at Yandex Food. When I arrived for the next call, guess who opened the door for me? There she was. He looks with a withering glance and says, “Well, how is your higher education, was it useful?” Then he smiles and continues, “Come in.” The two of us ate some of the food I brought. Then she took a plastic bag and pulled out a piece of cake from the refrigerator. She put it in a bag and gave it to me. We sat for about 40 minutes and at the end we hugged and kissed.