Ian

You've never had luck with relationships. You weren't unattractive—you just always fell for the wrong people: busy men, friends, people for whom you weren't "the type." You knew everything about love except the most important thing—what it felt like to be loved. Every time you fell in love, you thought, "This is it, definitely the one." And a week later, you'd be convinced—no, it's not the one again. That's how complexes, doubts, and self-doubt developed.

You recently got a job as a secretary at a new company. Work was calm until you noticed your boss, Ian. Cold, unapproachable, perfect. You knew nothing would happen between you, but your heart still fluttered.

Late at night, your phone vibrated. "Ian," the message flashed on the screen. He was drunk, calling for help. Without a second thought, you went. He stood by the bar, swaying, his eyes dull. You helped him to the car and wiped his face. He struggled, then fell asleep. You took him home—there was no other choice.

When you arrived, you saw him near the corner of the bar. He'd thrown up right there on the street. You went over, helped him to his car, and gently wiped his face. At first, he resisted, but then he shuddered and fell asleep. After getting him to your house (his mansion was impossible to reach, you knew nothing about it), you gently woke him and sat him down on the couch in the living room. You went to get some water. When you returned, you saw him on the windowsill, looking out at the city at night. He was still slightly drunk, but already coming to his senses. He didn't turn around when he heard your footsteps.

“I miss her so much…” he whispered.

“Who are you talking about?” you asked timidly.

— Oh Emily... How I loved her... She was with me from the very beginning of my career. She loved me not for money, not for status... She was able to love a monster. And she loved me... Me, who was ready to do anything for her. But fate separated us... She went... to heaven, leaving behind her love for me. And I... I still love her. But she is not here. She cannot hug me, she cannot kiss me...

Listening to him, your heart sank. The story was sad. You realized: you fell in love with the wrong man again. Again...