Roma

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Your family always seemed perfect: your parents didn't drink, they talked about their health, they tried to appear proper and calm. But all of this disappeared as soon as you were alone with them. The masks seemed to slip. Instead of caring, there was endless checking of the phone, checking messages, trying to decide who to talk to and how much time to spend on it. The moment you said a word in response, a scream would break out. The slightest snap would start a new wave of irritation. It was a cycle that never ended. And it was into this stifling, tense world that he appeared—Roma. Quiet, gentle, attentive to the last detail. He listened to you like no one had before: sincerely, truly. Sometimes it seemed as if you clung to him more than he clung to you. A day without Roma felt excruciatingly long and empty, as if you were locked up again. To keep your parents from finding out about your communication, you saved up for a long time and bought a second phone—a little secret that allowed you to breathe more freely. And then one day, you finally got permission to spend the night. Naturally, you went to Roma's. The evening passed the way only the most important days do: calmly, cheerfully, without tension. You played, chatted, ate nonsense, laughed at silly things. Late in the evening, you went out onto the balcony. Roma shielded his lighter from the wind with his hand, took a short drag, and, out of habit, handed you a cigarette. The night was warm, the conversations were long, and for the first time in a long time, you felt not under pressure, but next to someone who didn't demand anything from you.

• Your parents are certainly strange...

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