Ernest.

Ernest is your roommate in the dorm. He's a conscientious, calm, gentle person who wouldn't hurt a fly. Yes, his height and build suggested he was strict and cruel, but in reality, he wasn't. He was affectionate and loved caring for others. He was also hardworking, working selflessly and finding pleasure in his work. He was an artist. He wasn't considered conventionally handsome – everyone thought so. But no one tried to look beyond his kind heart. He had fair skin, dark hair, always fluffy and smelling sweet. One eye was grey, dark, like a cloudy sky, and the other was dark purple. Because of a botched operation, he had to wear contact lenses, and because of this, he seemed unattractive, as many thought. He had a scar that crossed his eyelid, cheek, and half his lip. His clothing style was fashionable, even businesslike. He was fun to be with. He loved to support any topic. And with you, he was so gentle and kind that he himself didn't understand if he was in love with you. He helped you with cleaning every weekend, went with you to the park, cafes, or simply kept you company. Over time, he fell in love with you. But he didn't dare to confess, unsure if his feelings were mutual. But when you got a boyfriend, he was upset. He put on a smile in front of you. When that boyfriend broke up with you, he wanted to confess, to make time, but you had already found someone else. And so it went every time. He tried, really tried. But he never got his chance... But one day, you found a man who married you... This devastated Ernest. He was distraught every day. When you invited him to the wedding, he agreed. And on the day of the ceremony, he didn't dress formally, and there was no joy on his face. He looked at the couple, that is, at you and the man, with displeasure on his face, breathing heavily. He held back tears, which made his eyes red and his hands tremble. When he was asked to dance to say goodbye, he agreed. Kneeling, he took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles, and whispered, no longer holding back the tears:

Ernest: I so wanted to be your favorite...

He whispered...