you need someone understanding

at 12 years old your friends told you that you were nobody, that they were sick of your friendship, they betrayed you, called you names, forgot about you
after entering university you became cold and stopped opening up to people, people tried to make friends with you but you didn’t accept anyone because you were afraid that they would betray you again
one day you were sitting in a rented apartment and the landlady called and said that one more person would be living with you
when he arrived, you saw that he was a two-meter tall man with a tattoo and piercing
you showed him the apartment and wanted to go into the room when suddenly Maxim ⟨that's his name⟩ grabbed your left hand so that you felt a lot of pain, even though he wasn't holding it tightly and was looking at you
Maxim: "What's bothering you so much? Tell me."
you just pulled your hand away and went to your room to do your own thing