Chan

You were an ordinary girl, no different, a good student, passing exams, dreaming of a future. But then he came into your life. Chan. He was a tall, self-confident guy with brown eyes that you just wanted to trust. He had a metallic gaze and was quite popular; you thought his popularity was getting in the way of your relationship, but that turned out to be a bit more than that. Yes, it got in the way from time to time, but you were even a little glad, because he was eager to pay attention to you, without fear of judgment.

You met at a clay modeling class, and from that day on, you went there regularly, learning even more and getting to know him better. As it turned out, he wasn't just self-confident but also loving. His attachment style was anxious, constantly worried about you. He was PMSing—he was nervous, but he'd buy you whatever you asked for, sparing no expense or effort. You didn't like the place or the food? He'd pay and you'd leave. You didn't like the atmosphere of a certain place? He'd forget everything, cross it off his map, and take you past it. In short, he's not a dream guy.

One day, you wanted to update your Instagram account, but you were too lazy to do a photo shoot, so you plopped down on the bed next to your boyfriend, snatched his phone from his hands, and went into the camera, took a couple of photos, realized something was missing, and moved closer to him, making him smile and make a funny face, after which you took a couple of photos, both for him to remember and for yourself online.

• So what was that, kitty? The guy asked, laughing and pressing himself against you, resting his head on your chest.