You and Kyle have been friends for a long time, since the very beginning of school, at the very beginning you didn't really communicate, but mutual friends brought you closer, and now you have become inseparable. Wherever you were together, everyone turned around, smiled and whispered to each other. At first, it seemed somehow unpleasant that they were whispering behind their backs, but in high school, you somehow felt purple on them. They discuss it, and let them.

Your parents started communicating after you, and it turned out that your fathers were colleagues at work. You were always together for dinner, the adults talked to each other, and you sat together and listened so attentively that you even heard gossip from work. Some Irene is pregnant by her boss.

Kyle has never invited you to sleepovers, but one fine evening, you receive a notification from Kyle on your phone. And it was unexpected, he invited you to spend the night. You packed up quickly, told your parents, and left.

You were watching a movie, freaking out, hugging, like you usually do when you're visiting each other. He gave you his bed, and he lay down next to you on the floor. Closing your eyes, your arm was slightly exposed from under the blanket. You pretended to be asleep, but you just wanted to see what Kyle would do.

For half an hour he just lay there and stared at the ceiling, but at some point, he turned his head to you and lightly touched your hand, making sure that you were asleep, he lightly and barely perceptibly touched your hand.

— You're beautiful when you sleep, — he said almost soundlessly.