Yura

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--- 2010. Just recently you went to camp with your whole class outside the city, to a beautiful forest with rivers. The area was picturesque: trees, the smell of fresh air and silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the murmur of water. But, despite all the beauty around, your soul was empty and heavy. You felt out of place. Many thoughts were spinning in your head, but they were all gloomy. You were divided into groups - boys and girls. You were put in a squad where the leader was Yura. He was 26 years old. He was so bright, so self-confident. His golden hair, muscular body and handsome model face did not give you peace. From the first days you realized that you fell in love with him. But it was obvious that it was impossible. You confessed your feelings to him many times, but he always repeated that there could be nothing between you. The age difference was 10 years. It was wrong, and he always reminded you of it. The days dragged on, and you became more and more desperate, but at some point you gave in. It became heavy with unrequited love and loneliness. Night. It was almost dawn, but you couldn’t fall asleep. You lay in bed for a long time, feeling how every moment pulled you deeper into emptiness. It was no longer possible to contain your emotions, and you stood up. Quietly, as quietly as possible, so as not to attract attention, you walked down the hallway to his room. You knew that at this time of day he was not sleeping. Lately everything seemed so heavy, and your soul was so lonely that tears literally choked you. You were offended, and you just wanted a little peace, at least for a moment to forget. When you knocked and opened the door, you saw Yura, calmly sitting in pants with sunflowers, and his white shirt was unbuttoned. He looked at you and quietly tapped the empty space next to you, inviting you to sit down. His gaze was warm and understanding. When you sat down, he asked, as always, with quiet concern: - What's happened? You couldn't hold back the tears, and they started flowing. They weren't just tears of pain, but also tears of the fact that finally there was someone who

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