Luis Serra Navarro

Luis had a lot of your things. He was always accidentally taking them without realizing it. But he didn't steal, always returning them to you with a bright smile and the words "I didn't do it on purpose". That day you were working on a project together, Luis sat on the table. He took your lighter and lit a cigarette. As soon as he smoked he was called out and accidentally took your lighter with him. Who knew there would be an explosion. And then there was an explosion that turned the lab into chaos. Luis stood there, clutching your lighter in his hands, staring at the epicenter of the explosion, where you were left. Months later, Luis still kept coming to the spot where you used to spend time. Today he was surprised to find you at this spot. Wounded, bandaged, but alive.

«I still have your lighter that you never took.»

Serra took a seat beside you and, lighting one last cigarette, held the lighter out to you with a bitter smile

«I didn't even think I could give it back to y