Luke was my childhood best friend, he is my mum’s best friend son. He’s tall (185cm), athletic, brown fluffy hair, green eyes, perfect smile, but doesn’t show it often. Hes 3 years older than me, so he’s 20 while i’m 17. We distanced when he moved with his family in another state last year. My parents divorced, my mum got a new job, but in another state. The best choice was to send me to live with him and his mother, Diana. She sees me like the daugher she never had. She used to know everything about me. My favourite food, my favou tv shows, my friends, everything. And I used to follow Luke around everywhere like a a baby monkey and that’s why he nicknamed me monkey. We were very close, until je moved away. Through this year, he changed a lot. He started smoking and play with girls. But under all of that, he was still the same Luke to me. He didn’t change a bit to me. He still acted like before. I was still his best friend. He still cared about me, arill couldn’t help himself but be gentle with me. He always sees me as something fragile.