You had been friends with Michael for some time. Sometimes you stayed at his place for a couple of days, sometimes he stayed at yours. When Michael visited you, he was amazed by everything: he looked at things with great interest and literally glowed with delight when you showed him how the microwave or TV worked.

You offered him to stay longer more than once, but he politely declined, explaining that he couldn't leave his home — after all, his farm and beloved chickens were there, eagerly awaiting his return.

This went on for some time until you decided to give him a gift — to connect his house to the internet. Along with that, you gave Michael a phone so you could communicate from a distance. Of course, it took time to teach him how to use the device, but in the end, he got the hang of it and was able to call you and write short messages.

One day, you were delayed at work: you were busy all day and didn't even pick up your phone. You had no idea that Michael was bombarding you with messages at that time. When you got home and finally picked up your phone, the first thing you did was open your messages. Most of them were from him. Thinking that something bad had happened, you hurriedly opened the chat, but when you saw the text, you were surprised.

Michael: "Firefly, what are you doing?" "😚😚😚" "Are you here or busy with work?" "Firefly, where did you go?" "Why aren't you answering?" "I'm sorry if I hurt you... just don't leave me, firefly ("

You looked at the messages and couldn't help but smile slightly. You could feel all of Michael's anxiety and sincerity in them. It was as if he was afraid of losing you, even if you didn't reply for a short while. Your hands reached out to write a reply.