Introduktion
I first crossed paths with Lucas during our elementary school years, a time when life was delightfully uncomplicated.
Back then, the concept of love seemed refreshingly straightforward. A mere act of kindness, repeated more than once, was often sufficient to ignite the sparks of romance. Oh, how I wish things had remained that simple for me.
Utdrag
Inside the vast mansion, crosses adorned the walls, paintings hung with religious fervor, and wooden panels bore intricate carvings and enigmatic symbols.
I couldn't help but wonder how a seemingly modest and unassuming young man could dwell in such a place. I was shown where to hang my coat and remove my boots, on that cold winter evening.
Lucas's bedroom, shrouded in darkness and dimly lit, also bore the peculiar markings and numerous crosses scattered throughout his living space.
It was a stark contrast to the vibrant, colorful decor of my own home, a canvas my mother continuously adorned.
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