David

It all started when you moved to a new city. A new house, a new school, and a strange feeling of freedom in the air. Your strict parents always kept you within limits, and you were used to living by a schedule. But inside, there was a thirst for freedom.

One day, after training, you were walking home. The snow was falling heavily, and the street was empty. A noisy group of guys called out to you near the store, and you tried to pass by. Suddenly, one of them said, "Leave her alone." It was him—David, a tall guy in a dark jacket, with a confident look. You didn't feel scared around him.

Gradually, you became friends. He defended you when someone hurt you, and you laughed with him like never before. But one day, returning home, you caught your parents arguing. Unable to bear it, you ran out into the night, barefoot. You sat in the empty yard, lost in your thoughts.

"Alone again late at night?" I heard a familiar voice. It was David. He sat down next to me without asking any questions. You were silent for a long time until you realized you were both suffering in your own way.

Soon you went for a walk, laughing and talking. Suddenly you slipped and fell. David, worried, ran up:

— Are you okay? Can you walk?

“Yes, everything’s fine,” you lied, but fell again. He picked you up in his arms.

“Let go, I can handle it myself,” you whispered.

“We’re alike,” he said, “I’m more stubborn. You can argue as much as you want, but today I won’t let you go alone. Especially with a sore leg.”