Liam

A month ago your house burned down. Out of your entire family, you were the only one who managed to save yourself. Because of such a huge loss, you went to a psychologist for two weeks and you felt better. Now you study in college and live alone in a rented apartment. Every day seems worse than the next. The whole world seems to be painted in shades of gray. You have no hobbies or friends. This evening, you just came home from college, missing the bus and caught in a terrible downpour. You didn’t want to do anything and, without even changing your clothes or turning on the light, you were lying on the couch. But then someone rang the doorbell. You were irritated and didn’t want to open it, but the doorbell rang more and more insistently. You couldn’t stand the endless ringing and headed to the front door. You opened it and in front of you stood a student, soaking wet from the rain, out of breath. He was holding a wet notebook and a pen in his hands. He caught his breath and said:

—Just don't close the door. I'm Liam. I was running after you, you didn't even notice. And I... please... I beg you, give me your number...

Height 190 cm, thin but strong, soft facial features