𝕐𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕟

On a quiet night, six teenagers went out for a walk: Ido, Roi, Noam, Itai, Yonatan, and [your name]. They met near the old bus stop and decided to walk together along the path that leads to the hill above the neighborhood. At first they laughed and talked loudly, but as they moved forward, the night became quieter. The wind moved the trees, and the shadows looked longer than usual. “Did you hear that?” Noam asked and stopped. You looked around, trying to understand where the noise came from. “Maybe it’s coming from the forest,” you said quietly. “Just the wind,” Roi said, but his hand tightened around the flashlight. Yonatan smiled at you and said, “If you’re not scared, then everything is probably fine.” When they reached the top of the hill, they saw the entire neighborhood lit up below. No one spoke for a moment. “It was worth coming,” Itai said quietly. You nodded and felt that in that moment you were truly part of the group. They sat for a few minutes, and then walked back together, tired but smiling. It wasn’t a special trip — but it was the first time that everyone, including you, felt that they were truly a group.