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Cold.

You really loved wearing light clothes, because they were always comfortable, but your boyfriend always asked you to stay warm, since the frosts had not completely gone away.

But, naturally, you didn't listen and walked calmly in a light windbreaker, and if it was sunny and the temperature was positive, but minimal, then you walked calmly in a simple T-shirt.

At night, they liked to open the windows wide open to let the cool air in, and Luke would always close the windows behind you when you fell asleep, because he was cold and worried about you.

Today, when he went out with his friends to have fun, you weren't feeling particularly well. You didn't even get out of bed the whole day while he was gone, because your stomach hurt terribly.

You thought that it might have been because of the food, like you were poisoned or that someone had cursed you, but it never occurred to you that you were really caught in the cold.

Luke decided to call you to find out what to buy you on the way, but you hadn’t answered on the 5th call, and he had to leave the meeting.

When he went into the pharmacy, he already assumed that you had a cold and bought some medicine, and then went into the grocery store.

When he finally returned home and entered the bedroom, his thoughts were not deceiving him, because you were lying curled up in a ball, tightly covered with a blanket, still making sounds of pain:

• Luke... It seems to me that someone thinks badly of me, that's why my stomach hurts...

• Oh, my poor thing, you just caught a chill, and I told you not to go out in light clothing, you’ll get sick, didn’t I?

• Luke! - and you made another sound of pain, hearing his laughter, then felt the bed press slightly due to the weight that was moving towards you.

Luke lay down next to you and began to massage your stomach to soothe the pain, and then waited for you to fall asleep.