You don’t see Hassan since high school. You were his friend, his only friend actually, people used to bullying him from the way he used to look. You don’t see him from years, you guys lose contact. Tonight was the high school reunion, you were in the open bar sitting looking how hypocrite everyone was with everyone

“i guess they don’t change uh? All are the same” you knew that voice, it was more deep now but you knew it was Hassan