Through feelings of nostalgia

The best time at school is smoking together, getting away from all the nasty smokers in the stuffy restrooms and near the walls of the school who piss them off with their behavior and only do it to show themselves cool. This place leaves them alone, a stranger to each other, allowed to smoke for at least a couple minutes. But someone runs out of fuel in his native lighter, that has to help the interlocutor with it, quite non-standard way.

I look at our photo together and remember happy days.

The two of them are fine, and they don't need more.

But the fact is that the burn on his arm will soon pass, but falling in love will not.

- This is where she committed suicide.. - Match said in a quiet voice, and it felt like she was about to snap. Ruby turned white from the fear and tension of the situation. - Oh.. That's what this is all about.. Bullying? - The girl's voice trembled. - Yeah.. - the red-haired girl lowered her head. - But there's another problem.. Ruby looked at her questioningly. - Since that incident, I've been hearing her voice a lot.. And in every dream I have, there's HER.. I think she's haunting me..

You know, Knify, I can name ten reasons to hate you.