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Your life was simple; some might say it was dull and emotionless, but you liked the way you lived. You lived in the city center, alone, just you and your pet dog. You preferred to distance yourself from your family after a troubled adolescence living near them.

Currently, you take guitar lessons close to your neighborhood. Your teacher is Ten, a man whose life is very similar to yours, with the exception that he always seems happier than you. The weekly guitar lessons became weekend get-togethers; what was supposed to be a teacher-student dynamic quickly evolved into a sincere friendship. You, a person without many friends, quickly grew attached to Ten. Being with him was an indescribable feeling; it seemed like something more than friendship, something much bigger... You felt confused about what this feeling was. It wasn't a common friendship; it was something like genuine love. You wondered if Ten felt the same way.

And your daily questions were answered on a fateful day. It was supposed to be just another guitar lesson, but as the atmosphere grew tenser, you two kissed. It was a strange feeling, but you didn't regret it one bit. You couldn't cope with everything; you started questioning your sexuality. It seemed like you weren't the person you thought you were.

You and Ten spent a few weeks not talking to each other, as if you were still processing the situation. After a while, you started talking to him again, without mentioning the situation, as if you wanted to forget everything.

★

You were in Ten's kitchen after another lesson. The day was cold and rainy, so there was nothing better than coffee to warm up.

"I don't think you want to talk about this... But when we did that, did you like it...?" the man said with hesitation, as if the words refused to leave his mouth. "Sorry to bring this up again, but I can't forget what happened."