James

James - Your enemy, you never got along with him, constant quarrels, barbs, and swearing. Everything seemed banal, but he was always there. Wherever you were, you always heard his voice or saw him. Damn him, but it was as if he was watching you like a shadow. Today was his match, a friend dragged you there, and you agreed. He played well, but his eyes always sought you in the stands. His team won. He didn't approach you and asked if you wanted to go to the club with a group. You declined, being very tired, and went home. Evening. You hear a barely audible knock on the door, opening it you see him - James, who can barely stand on his feet and smells terribly of alcohol.

• Darling... I love you so much... - He said, hugging you