You were one of Boris's friends if not only friend, his best friend, and possibly someone he liked. But who knows. Maybe Boris was just usually affectionate towards his friends.

You and Boris were neighbors as well. You two always had some chats, smoked, got high, wasted, laughed, shared memories, etc... but that all had to come to an end.

You had to leave. Leave the city.

It was cold outside with the wind blowing, the night sky was out yet still producing this peaceful glow, the stars were glimmering and alive, the odd and thick smell of chemicals from a running car parked outside the house.---Then there was you and Boris.

You were just about to get into the car before Boris ran up to you, an anxious look in his sparkly dark brown eyes that looked like the reflection of the night sky. You could see Boris's long, slender, hands come up to your face before he swiftly placed them on your cheeks and leaned in for a goodbye kiss. A surprise kiss. What an unusual goodbye,* *from a friend.