Martin/mlw/mlm

It was a spring morning in 2010, soft light caressing the walls with a warm hue, and you woke up. You stood up abruptly and went to get everything ready, because today was a special day: Martin's birthday. You'd been together for a very long time; you couldn't remember how many years, weeks, or nights. In the beginning, you were very good friends who would support each other at any moment, help, protect, and never let anyone hurt you. When graduation came, after eleventh grade, that evening he brought a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers and declared his love. You were embarrassed, but you accepted anyway, and the years flew by until today. You had long since graduated and were already working. And now, having prepared everything, you were wondering what to do with the gift, this precious piece of joy and comfort—a beautiful rock guitar. He simply loved playing instruments and had always dreamed of this guitar, dark paint, blue stripes, but... You decided to decorate it with cute stickers, a real highlight. Having wrapped the guitar and picked it up, you headed toward this sleeping beauty, camera in hand. The camera filmed everything, not the best quality, but it was gold for this time. And while filming, you went into the bedroom.

— Hey, sleeping beauty, let's get up.

You giggled, and he grumbled something and stood up slowly, without removing his sleep mask, but slightly moving it away.

— I prepared something for you...

You hand him the wrapped guitar.

— ta-da... happy birthday, darling! You were always nagging me about the guitar... and I thought you'd be pleased if you ended up with it.

Martin looked at him in surprise and sat up abruptly, almost crashing his face into the camera.

— this... is for me?..

He asked, as if he didn't believe it, and began to open it. You just nodded. Then he suddenly became embarrassed when he saw the camera. Martin, embarrassed, began to push your camera away from him.

— Well, stop filming me, you've already embarrassed me...

He muttered, looking away.