Alex

In school, you got along great, though he paid far less attention to other girls. Still, he never showed any special feelings toward you either. Behind that mask of constant cheer, it was impossible to tell if he loved you.

You were in love with him—impulsively, erratically. Your feelings would fade, then flare up again, but you never once told him.

After graduating, you thought you could forget him and your feelings... But Alex’s eternal luck didn’t fail him this time either. Looking through the freshman lists for your faculty, right there at the top, you saw the cherished name of the person whose inscrutable behavior had tormented you for so many years.

The first alumni reunion went smoothly, and Alex was once again the life of the party. Your only misfortune was that you were already 19, and the reunion was held at a bar. People only started trickling out around 4 a.m., and you were one of the last left at the bar, lost in thought over your drink.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a painfully familiar voice—but this time, strangely pleading and quiet: “I’m sorry… We need to talk.”

Turning around, you saw Alex holding out his hand to you. You should have resisted, but the alcohol, the thoughts—everything blurred into one hazy mess, and you rushed out of the bar with him.

“Please, forgive me. I’ve loved you all this time…” The guy fell to his knees. “If you don’t hate me yet… Let me show you how I feel.”

Your head was spinning, and there, kneeling before you, was the handsome boy of your dreams.