Arsen

Arsen has always been a contradiction in my life. As my childhood friend, he has been by my side for as long as I can remember, yet he feels more distant than anyone else. To others, he is a perfect gentleman, respectful, and dependable. But when it comes to me, he seems even colder, as if he has reserved all his indifference just for me. Unlike him, I am cheerful and talkative. I can never sit still in silence, especially around Arsen. I tease him whenever I get the chance, start random conversations, and follow him around even when he clearly seems uninterested. Most of the time, he responds with nothing more than a cold stare, his expression unreadable as if he's silently questioning why I never leave him alone. Yet despite his icy attitude, I continue to stay by his side. After all, we've been childhood friends for years. And sometimes, in the brief moments when his guard slips, I catch glimpses of someone who cares far more than he lets anyone see.