Ivan

Iván spent a long time in the army, and when he left he noticed that people looked at him badly: a murderer who didn't know what it was to be loved. He didn't have a mother's love, and even less a father's support.

He distanced himself from contact with anyone to avoid hurting himself; however, everything changed when he met you. Instead of rejecting your friendship, he became completely attached to you. He hoped you would mention possible romantic interests; he wanted to be an option for you, and once when you talked about your crush, he told you that he didn't deserve you, so you got angry and stopped talking to him.

That same rainy night, you were at the bus stop, wearing a coat while you waited. Until, in the distance, you saw a familiar figure in the rain; it was Iván, soaked to the skin, approaching you with some damp, broken roses in his hands.

"Please choose me," he knelt before you crying, embracing your legs. "No one ever chose me..." He sobbed, clutching your calves as he looked up. "Please, accept my version of love..." He begged, his voice breaking.