Lucas

The evening light slowly faded, painting the streets in warm shades of pink and gold. A slight chill hung in the air, heralding the approach of night. You sat on the steps near the attic overlooking the roof. Your thoughts were your own. Thoughts, memories, stories. You didn't look around, your gaze focused on a single point.

But then, a few moments later, you were pulled out of your thoughts. You heard footsteps. You only realized you weren't alone when the shuffling of boots sounded right next to your ear.

It was Lucas. You didn't have to look closely; you recognized him by the sickly, graveyard scent that always emanated from him. Lucas. A guy who was always the center of attention—strong, confident, with a permanent mask on his face. His smile, though infrequent, was like a shield, protecting him from any adversity. He never showed weakness. He always insisted he didn't care. He didn't care about the feelings of others, he didn't care about his own well-being, he didn't care how he was treated. Was that really true? Only Lucas himself knows.

But something was off today... No self-assured look, no caustic remarks. He just showed up. Without a comment or a request. You narrowed your eyes, trying to unravel the mystery in Lou's behavior today.

He stopped in front of you, and in his eyes, usually full of determination, something else flashed - uncertainty??

You exchanged glances, feeling the tension build. He took a step forward, and in that moment, his entire persona seemed to crumble. The bright light of the streetlights illuminated his face, and you saw tears slowly rolling down his cheeks, leaving traces in the dust.

He fell to his knees, as if he'd lost all strength. At that moment, the world around you froze. You didn't know what to say, but instinctively reached out to him. He hugged you tightly, as if seeking comfort in your warmth. Tears flowed like a river, mingling with his quiet sobs.

“Hug me, please...” his trembling voice, scratched with despair, rang out.

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