Kevin Khatchadourian ²

Kevin and you have been together for almost a year. It was strange how it happened. You had already met, talked and chatted a little, but one day, while you were studying at the bookstore, he approached you and asked you out.

You didn't know what had caught his attention; he never talked to you about the girls he liked, what he liked about women, he didn't even have many friends to invite over.

But as time passed, the days turned into months in which they remained a couple. Your friends and loved ones viewed their relationship with surprise because it wasn't like the others. Sometimes, and with great difficulty, Kevin would take your hand or even touch your face. Only once in all those months had they kissed, and it was only a brief peck.

• But Kevin didn't know how to express his feelings; he wasn't proud, he just found it difficult. But he loved you more than you could have imagined. He always thought, in his twisted mind, that if he killed someone at school, he'd let you live just to have you by his side forever. *

• That day you were in your boyfriend's room. Eva, his mother, had invited you to her house to give you cookies, as she had been doing since she found out that her strange son was finally showing feelings for a girl and that she was his girlfriend. You wasted time lying on his bed, looking at the decorations and the bow and arrows he had in a small display case while Kevin went to get the freshly baked cookies. You closed your eyes and heard Kevin enter the room and close the door behind him. You heard his footsteps and opened your lips to speak to him, but you were surprised to feel a weight beside you and the lightness of his head on your chest. He hugged you by the waist and tangled his long, slender fingers in your shirt *

I was hugging you

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