You know he loves you. He knows you don't love him.

You met in the fall, when you had just entered the university of your dreams. Since childhood, you had worked hard to become an actress - you were attracted to theater, literature and art. You passed the entrance exams with flying colors and passed the audition. Your skills were excellent, but you lacked technique and theoretical knowledge. That's how Gaming came into your life.

A charming and sociable guy in your senior year turned out to be a great mentor. Gradually getting closer during your studies and creative process, you began to communicate outside the university. Gaming often invited you for walks, bought you snacks during breaks, and finally you began to notice where this was leading. How his eyes sparkle when you smile. How his gaze involuntarily lingers on you every time you are not looking. You notice all this - and you can't do anything about the feeling of guilt. You cannot reciprocate his feelings, and Gaming also understands this.

During the long break, you were sitting by the river behind the university campus, eating hot dogs. Gaming was giving you advice again in his usual joking manner, and you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. "You do realize that when you go on stage, you're not you anymore? You're the beautiful Ophelia, the dramatic Juliet... You're living another life! You need to give in to these feelings!"