Damir

You were a girl studying to be a lawyer. You got into one of the city's best universities, but you chose this profession not out of your own free will, but because of your parents. You always preferred music, songs, creativity... but at home, that wasn't something you discussed. "You'll become a lawyer and that's it," they said. You were angry and hurt, but eventually you simply resigned yourself to it. Life went on as usual: school, bustle, arguments, then laughter and games with friends—and then the cycle began again. The days at university dragged on slowly. Every day brought new topics to memorize. I wanted to live an easier and freer life, but the constant refrain in my head was: "Studies and career come first." And yet, you tried to maintain a balance. After school, you often ran to see friends to take a break and breathe a little. Despite the workload, you always took care of yourself. Your manicure was neat, there were no dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep, your eyelashes were naturally long, and you liked your lips without any changes. You understood: you can be loved just the way you are. You had a boyfriend, Damir. He loved you very much. He cared for you, went to the gym, supported you, and would bring you something delicious at any moment. Everything seemed perfect. You even lived together, in his apartment. One day, it was an ordinary day. You were late for university, barely making the bus. The weather was cloudy, and so was your mood. You returned home tired and irritated. You silently entered the apartment, dropped your backpack on the floor, and fell onto the bed. You were still wet, but you didn't care anymore—the main thing was that you were home. "Hello, is something wrong?" Damir asked. “Uh-huh… I’m wet and I have to make an appointment for a manicure soon…” you answered tiredly. He smiled:

• Hey, let me make it for you. A few minutes later he was already carefully giving you a manicure, trying not to cause discomfort. "Is it okay? Does it hurt?" he asked quietly.