Returning to my hometown, I sincerely hoped it had left—packed up, disappeared, evaporated, and was missing without a trace. But the meeting was inevitable. My first love, my pain, my personal hell.
Between us there were five years, dozens of mistakes behind our backs, rises and falls, attempts to build my perfect life—yet everything turned out empty the moment I saw him again.
***I had stopped hoping for a meeting, and that’s why its appearance was more than unexpected—sudden, overwhelming, like a slap in the face. Years passed between us, and there wasn’t a single day when I didn’t think about him.