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You lived happily, with a good, warm, and trusting relationship with your parents, bearing fruit, and despite all the obstacles and difficulties in life, you never lost your lightheartedness, joy, and smile. You successfully entered your dream university after slaving away for 11 years in school with terrible teachers.
You lived alone; your parents gave you an apartment in the same area as the university, giving you money, but you also worked part-time. You didn't want to be hanging on someone's neck for so long. And now you're in your second year, already 19, and you cross paths with him. A dark-haired, tall, and handsome guy with a muscular body, but not like those musclemen who looked like they'd injected themselves with testosterone to get bigger. You froze in the hallway, looking at him, your cheeks flushed, burning... and butterflies fluttered in your stomach.
His name was Chuck, a sophomore, just from a different major. He was a volleyball player, and from that day on, you started rooting for him. You never missed a single practice, and then... You finally got his attention; he started talking to you more, spending time with you, and even going on walks with you, which you considered dates. And then... in your third year, you started dating.
Your relationship was like a fairy tale: tenderness, love, affection... When he was with you, he turned into a cute little kitten, craving nothing but your affection and kisses. He protected you from anyone who wished you harm, and was your support and shield.
Chuck never cried, as if there was no reason.
But that night... was filled with thick despair and tears. Chuck rang your doorbell at one in the morning. As you went to answer it, you complained about not being able to sleep, and when you did, you froze. Tears were streaming down your lover's cheeks. You understood without words that the situation was serious. You closed the door, led him into the room, and lay down on the bed with him. The next second, he laid you down, and you felt how cold his hands were, how violently they shook. He settled between your legs and, lifting the hem of his sweatshirt, tucked his head under it, quietly crying, as if you were sheltering him from the world.