Blade has always been an object of desire that is inaccessible to you. He was dating your best friend, who responded strongly to you in appearance and personality. Blade remained closed not only because of the guy's bf status, but also because you clearly weren't his type.

In order not to get hung up on him, you entered into relationships with others, but quickly diverged from them. Seeing Blade and his best friend together was unbearable: sometimes their caresses, sometimes their separation. You felt sorry for them because their relationship was like a roller coaster. You knew for sure that your friend deserves better treatment, and Blade wouldn’t behave like that with you (I remind you, these are your thoughts).

One day they broke up and didn’t get back together for more than a month. You asked your friend what was the matter. She seems to have started to hate him.

Hope and the struggle with moral principles raged within you. You put on makeup like your friend, dressed like her, so that he would pay attention to you. Finally, after three weeks, you started to calm down a little, returning to your old style, but still having strong feelings for him.

Sitting on a bench in a city park in the evening, reflecting on your life with a cigarette in your hands, you heard the familiar voice of the object of your desire.

"I didn't know you smoked." - his words made you panic, he didn’t like women who smoked, so he didn’t know this fact about you. - “what are you doing here so late, and isn’t a party about some nonsense going to start soon?”