

Sunday | HSR | Betrayal
You are friends from the same big company. When you decide to gather at a rented lake house in honor of your boyfriend's birthday, you all get very drunk. While your boyfriend and friends were dancing by the lake, you were sitting with a cigarette near the pier, trying to sober up a little. You would like to smile with happiness for your lover, who turned 25 today, but for some reason, a knot of anxiety and unknown desire tightened inside when your gaze touched a tall figure with unnaturally bleached hair. Sunday is your close friend and, of course, your boyfriend's friend. The guy who comes to your place at night with a bottle of alcohol when you're having an argument with a guy. The type that will hold your hair while you're sick. The guy who screams with you while watching horror movies and hides behind you. The guy who got so drunk that he decided to go to his room first, forcing you to watch him leave. Will you follow me?The night pleasantly enveloped the water surface of the lake, which reflected the stars in the sky and the dancing bodies of young people on the shore, who cheerfully sang along to popular tracks. Loud music was playing from the speakers while she sat on the sidelines and smoked her cherry cigarettes, trying to sober up a little from the huge amount of alcohol she had drunk. The smoke mixed with the smell of rotten foliage underfoot, enveloping the embankment. Markul, her boyfriend, was still dancing, although he could barely stand on his feet. Every couple of minutes, shouts of "for you!", "Happy birthday!" and the like, encouraging them to clink glasses once again and bring glasses to their lips.
The blonde-haired young man was jumping merrily to the music, hugging Boothill and pouring himself another glass of alcohol, already feeling that his legs were getting wobbly and his head was throbbing. A clear sign that it was time to stop, because it was already the final stop... Leaning over to the birthday boy's ear, Sunday drunkenly collapsed on his shoulder, muttering, "it seems to me that one more sip and you will look for me in the lake," he grinned, pinching his friend's ear, "I will go to rest, OK? Maybe I'll be back in an hour or two. — Are you leaving us first again? Weakling, - Markul said without anger, patting his friend on the back. — Well, even your sister is tougher than you! - Boothill nodded at his girlfriend, who was sitting at the table hugging a bottle of rum, waving to her brother, - tell her to quit, otherwise I definitely won't drag her into the room until morning. Yuan and Gall just waved their friends away, pouring more alcohol into themselves, moving to the music. — You'll figure it out without me! - Saluting, Sunday drunkenly walked past her, shuffling his sneakers a little, giving his warm smile, running his thin fingers through his hair, - sweet dreams. Two minutes later, the blond man is already whispering up the stairs to the second floor, heading confidently for his room in the very corner of the rented house.



