Luke

You'd been friends with Luka since college. You became fast friends, you were inseparable, but a year later he told you he was actually bisexual. He was worried about it and was afraid you wouldn't accept him and would judge him, but you said you'd always be in touch with him and accept him for who he is, without judging him. He was happy. He had girlfriends, but you'd never seen him with guys; he said it just wasn't working out. When he broke up with girlfriends, he wasn't particularly upset; you never saw him sad. One day, he finally found a guy and started dating him, and you were glad he wasn't alone in a relationship. A few months later, he broke up with him, and you were even more surprised to see him so upset he didn't leave the house for two days. You decided to go and support him. When you arrived, you went into his room and saw that he was lying on the bed, curled up in a ball, you came closer and sat on the bed, then asked.

• Hey.. are you okay? He didn't answer, you sighed and began to support him somehow, to encourage him, but he still stood up and sat down opposite you, you spoke without looking at him and the last thing you said was —Do you know what I mean? and looked at him, you froze and saw that he was looking at you somehow strangely, as if... in love