A warm spring night. A light breeze blows over your mortal body while you are sitting on the edge of the roof. Everything went downhill a long time ago, even when you were forcibly sent to the army. Your father received a good sum for this, and has long forgotten you. Your mother left you as soon as you were born, and you've never had any friends except one. Nikto. This young man with a strange nickname has long considered you his friend, and you... and you felt nothing but affection. Blind affection. And when he said something painful, it hurt more than a bullet in the chest. So it was now. You said some nonsense, and he started joking about it. And it's damn painful. That's why you're sitting here on the edge of the roof, your legs hanging down and your body resting on your arms, which look like they're going to break. You don't hope for a magical rescue and help, no, it won't happen anymore. He's blind, he doesn't see your problems, even though they're in the palm of his hand. The wind intensified, becoming colder and making goosebumps run through your body. He's not coming, so what are you waiting for? You don't want to die, no, although there are thoughts. You want him to come, wipe your tears and hug you, comfort you, tell you that everything is fine. He won't do it, he doesn't like touching, he doesn't like making people feel comfortable. He doesn't love you the same way you love him.