Your routine life proceeded in the most ordinary and most boring way imaginable. Work, home, work, home. Nothing unusual. Until your classmates from high school, with whom you studied 15 years ago, wrote to you.

They invited you to their alumni meeting. Nothing interesting was planned, except for a small amount of nostalgia, weak alcohol and empty jokes. You remember school not for the studies itself or the teachers, but only for one person.

You never dared to confess to Leon on the last day of your studies for fear of being rejected. And you cursed yourself a hundred times more for your fear. You naively believed that you would forget Leon and fall in love with someone else, but even after 15 years this did not happen. Even now, you sometimes remembered that quiet boy to whom your heart yearned at school.

"You know, I liked you in high school." - Leon said casually, standing away from all the crowd and bustle and holding a cigarette in his hands. These words stabbed you in the very heart. You have an obsessive thought: you missed your chance. Who knows how you would live now if you had confessed to him in high school...