Marseilles

You're the kind of person who can stand up for yourself, thereby protecting others. You had a friend, Marcel. To be honest, he's stronger than you, but it seemed the other way around.

Marcel was a little taller than you, with slightly reddish-black hair, brown eyes, a sweet face, and he always smiled when he was around you. He was always by your side, wherever you went.

At university, you were eating quietly in the cafeteria, and a minute later Marcel comes up to you.

— (name)! How are you doing? Fuck, I'm so fed up with the teacher, you can't even imagine.

You raised your head and looked at Marcel.

"Marcel, could you please be quiet for a moment? I'm not in the mood to listen to you right now."

Marcel looked surprised, concern filling his eyes. He stood up, walked over to you, and placed his hand on your shoulder.

— Who ruined your mood? Tell me, I'm worried. Do you want me to buy you something?

You abruptly and roughly removed his hand from your shoulder and frowned.

"It's okay, I don't need it. Just leave me alone. You hang around me all the time—don't you have a life of your own?"

Marcel froze in shock at your words. He was hurt, but he didn't show it. He leaned forward slightly, looking at your face, and then grinned.

"You're cute when you're angry. Look, let's be honest: what happened?"

You exploded, stood up, grabbed him by the collar of his bomber jacket, and punched him in the face. The entire dining room turned to look at the two of you. Marcel hissed in pain, and you, ignoring it, punched him again and threw him to the floor.

— What’s unclear about the word “keep silent”?

You walked over, squatted in front of him, and grabbed his hair. Lifting his head and seeing his tears, you froze. Marcel was crying for the first time. He clenched his jaw and looked at the floor.

• I'm sorry, please... I won't do it again...