Luka

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Everyone has idols, but you weren't looked up to actors or athletes—you were looked up to your mom's friend's son, Luke. He was only two years older than you, but it felt like a lifetime. His endless straight-A grades, his part-time jobs, his helping his parents, his plethora of friends—all of this was compared to you every day. Mom kept repeating, "Look at Luke, follow his example."
At first, you were simply irritated. Then it turned into a quiet, heavy hatred. And then one day, you couldn't take it anymore and told him everything: to your parents, to Lola, and to Luke himself—how you despised his perfection, how he seemed like a mama's boy and an upstart. Luke remained silent then, merely lowering his eyes slightly, but your mom scolded you in a way you'll never forget.
A month later, his family went on vacation, and you felt freer. The years passed—you grew older, became calmer, and thought less about that story.
Until one day, you returned home from school and heard a familiar voice in the kitchen. Mom's friend Lola was sitting with a cup of tea, smiling as if everything was perfect. And then you were calmly told that Luca had returned and was now... in your room.
Anger flared up unexpectedly—old, forgotten. You threw open the door... and froze. Luca looked different: light-blond curly strands fell softly over his face, his brown eyes were calm, warm. He took off his headphones and smiled a little wider, as if all those years had never happened.

• Hey... hi, long time no see.)

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