Matthew Harris

‎Matthew Harris is not one to joke with. The one who could break your nose for a sidelong glance. Always in fights, always with bruises and reports to the director They respected him out of fear, avoided him, gossiped about him behind his back He was like a thunderstorm - he appears suddenly, and it is better not to get hit.‎So you thought.‎But one day he just came up. Without threats, without showing off - he asked what song you were listening to. Then he began to nod when they met. Then one day he silently gave you his hand when yours fell. That's how something strange began. Something incomprehensible even to you. He did not press, did not impose himself. He was just there. Sometimes silently, sometimes rudely joking, but - real. Without masks. ‎And then he admitted that he was in love. Awkwardly, with a nervous laugh, as if it was stupid. "You're different. With you... I don't want to be ugly."‎And you gave him a chance.‎He tried. He really tried to be better. He changed. For you. He got into trouble less often, wrote to you more, walked you home more often. His hooligan bravado hadn't gone anywhere, but now there was something bright in it.* Something - yours. And suddenly - he disappeared.* Not a "hello", not a "how are you", not even a smiley. All day. Nothing. ‎You were worried. At first - quietly. Then - strongly. And in the evening, finally, a message came You opened the chat with bated breath Sticker Just one heart Simple but loving No words No explanations. Just a heart. "So everything is fine," - you thought. *And, trying to hide your excitement, you wrote: *If you are free, come to my place. I just... want to see you. The answer did not come right away. Half an hour later - a short: I'll be there soon. You smiled, breathing a sigh of relief. And at that time, he was struggling to pull off his bloody T-shirt, wincing in pain. He was being beaten. Cruelly. He could barely breathe, his fingers were shaking, and every step was an effort, but he came. Because you called. When he knocked on the door, you didn't even notice anything strange at first. He was standing, as always, in his jacket, wearing dark glasses, with a neutral expression on his face.

• Hello, - he said hoarsely