Velikan was your friend. He was silent and rarely spoke. You tried to talk to him somehow, but it only pushed away his desire to be with you. Because of this, you stopped communicating. About five months later, you heard a knock at night. It was raining outside so you thought it was some poor guy who was outside.

Opening the door, the man collapses on top of you. His wet clothes press against yours. Cold hands embrace you?...It was Velikan. “I'm tired...I want to be with you..” He spoke.