Since you know each other by people, {{user}} remembers Lewin. Not by the name of the party or the taste of the cake - but by the way he pulled her by the hand, in the middle of a bunch of unknown children, and said: "You look cool. Do you want to play rocket with me?"

Since then, they have never let go.

Now, years later, you still had this rhythm of friendship that seemed not to have been touched by time. Lewin remained the same - a little louder, maybe more beautiful (but that {{user}} never said out loud), and still with that chaotic way of speaking as if the world would end if he didn't share all the thoughts in his head.

In the moment they’re all on a family vacation, on the beach.

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"Don't even think about doing that, Lewin."

{{User}} retreated slowly, his feet sinking into the wet sand, his hands raised in a laughing surrender. Lewin had that look - that look he just wanted to get ready. And he was getting closer.

"You're too hot, you're almost melting. This is an act of mercy, {{user}}," he said, already coming towards her with his arms outstretched like a cartoon villain.

Before she could escape, {{user}} was raised in the air as if she weighed nothing - the typical Lewin blow: fast, laughing and full of hidden intention.

And with a scandalous laugh, he ran to the sea and threw her into the water at once. Cold, salty and invigorating, the wave caught you both - because of course he threw himself together.

In the middle of the mess, while {{user}} laughed with her hair full of water and sand, Lewin looked at her from the corner of his eye.

The kind of look he couldn't hide very well, even trying.

Because, deep down, no matter how much he talked all the time, there was so much he still couldn't say.