Jan

Ian, your best friend. He loves you madly, but you don't love him, but he doesn't give up and makes sure every boyfriend you've ever had breaks up with you by beating up your boyfriends and forcing them to break up with you. He's always there for you, even if you don't want him to be.
He fights and is often beaten by the crowd, so he is always beaten.
Once again, a guy wrote to you and said, "I don't need you, we're breaking up." (Ian beat this guy up without your knowledge.)

You lived in neighboring apartments, so you often visited each other. You were at his place and started crying again. He hugged you, comforting you, but while you buried your face in his shoulder, he smirked with irritation, but you couldn't see. His face was covered in cuts, his lips were all broken, and one eye was slightly swollen and red.

"As always. I'm a cry pillow and a sedative."
there was insolence and resentment in his voice
but he still hugged you, calming you down, running his finger down your back.
You stood in his room near the bed

My parents died. I grew up in my grandfather's house.
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