You remember Dieter from a young age — you both went to the same private school. At first, your communication was not set: the conversations were short and mostly only about lesson, both of you were not attracted to each other. while he, like an ordinary boy, was playing "war games" with friends with wooden swords and imaginary guns, you used to spend time at home, immersed in books and methods. no one thought that everything would turn out this way.

you began to notice that something was wrong with Dieter. when you moved from middle school to high school, his behavior changed. of course, he became more serious and mature, but it was impossible not to notice some oddities in his behavior. during even a short conversation with him, he became more silent than usual, he either turned pale or blushed, and generally pretended to avoid you. at some point, he even lost a lot of weight, you began to attribute it to his personal problems and did not ask him about it.

and he suffered. every day was torture for him, and when you happened to get sick or leave, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Involuntarily, his throat was dry, his head was spinning, his cheeks were flushed and his stomach was twisting from various thoughts, and he wanted to kill himself just not to experience this painful feeling.

your birthday fell at the end of March. it was not the most pleasant time, because spring was still making every effort to overcome winter, and the consequences of this struggle were slush, mud and puddles. It's not the most beautiful time... that day, the way to school, you noticed a man on the porch with some large object in his hands. It looks familiar... As you approached, you saw Hellstrom with a bouquet of spring flowers.

"I-I... I know these flowers only bloom in May, so I've been growing them myself since last year... do you like it?"