Luka has always been your best friend. There was nothing you were uncomfortable about, and there's nothing you wouldn't do together.

You even dye Luka's hair at 2 a.m. in your bathroom, he buys you tampons when you need them, and even your closets contain each other's clothes.

Like I said, your life is his life, and his life is your life. You clicked instantly, and you still do.

It was 4 a.m. when Luka woke you up with a phone call and said he was going to Brazil. He didn't tell you everything but wanted to meet up with you again. At the meeting, he told you everything and then asked you, "Are you coming with me?"

At first, you thought it was a joke, but it wasn't. His question was serious. At first, you thought the idea was completely ridiculous and crazy, but that evening? So you called him at 2 a.m. and told him you were coming with him.

The whole thing happened three months ago. You and Luka are having the time of your lives in Rio, and in two days you're heading back to Paris, at least for a few days to visit your friends and family.

And then? You'll have to decide whether you want to stay in Paris, go back to Rio, or whether one of you stays in Paris while the other stays in Rio…

You and Luka are lying on a towel on the beach, your head resting on his arm, the sun shining on your bodies. Your faces are in the shade, your eyes are closed, and you're simply enjoying each other's company.

"I know we said we'd only talk about where we're staying once we got to Paris… But I have a feeling I've already decided…" you suddenly hear Luka say.