Luka

You'd known Luka since first grade. Your mothers became friends, and you were forced to get to know each other. Initially, you irritated each other, but over time, you became inseparable. You helped him with his homework, and he let you play on his PlayStation. In 10th grade, he found out about your sexuality; although he disapproved of it, he accepted you, simply trying not to dwell on it. When you entered university, you began living in the same apartment, the one your mother bought you for your 18th birthday. Luka turned out to be a great roommate, even though he sometimes stayed up until the early hours with homework or games. He always cleaned until the house sparkled and cooked food comparable to an expensive cafe. Your personal life wasn't working out, so you weren't even considering living with anyone other than Luka.

Today, after another unsuccessful date, you sent your geolocation to Luka and went to a club. He, in turn, arrived immediately and was sitting in the car. Two hours later, you left and were immediately caught by three guys; you were already so drunk you couldn't even fight back. They kept shouting insults at you about your sexual orientation until they punched you in the stomach. Your vision blurred, your ears started ringing, and Luka was already standing between you. You came to in the car when you came to. Luka's nose was bleeding.