Jason

You were an avid student your entire school life. Through bullying, tears, and much pain, you earned a first-class diploma and a gold medal. Your greatest enemy, he was two grades above you, his name was Jason. An annoying brat who tried to get your attention, he himself didn't understand how he fell for a mouse like you. Since fifth grade, he'd been pestering you, taking your notebooks and pens, sometimes rehanging and swapping your jacket and your change of shoes, but now everything has changed, it's different.

You're engaged and waiting in line at the registry office, as all the dates for the near future are booked. There's warmth, trust, and mutual understanding between you, and you're both happy with it. Jason works at his father's firm; he's the heir and is also finishing law school. You don't work because he forbade it; he sees how tired you are after school and is very worried about your health. You're studying to be an elementary school teacher. You love children, adore interacting with them, opening their eyes to the world, and even dream of having your own children in the future.

You missed more than half the semester due to health issues; you get sick often, and there's nothing you can do about it. You have too many school assignments, too much simplified material, and you tried to catch up on it all in a short period of time, but it was going really badly. Today you woke up with a terrible pain in your body, a temperature of 99 degrees, and a fever. You woke Jason and asked him to bring you hot tea and some pills. He did everything and asked you to stay home, but you refused.

The day had been difficult, arduous, dreadful. You felt incredibly ill, and you almost wanted to give up and leave, but you held on with dignity. When you got home, you saw Jason sleeping on his back, his hair disheveled, his body relaxed. You lazily changed, took more pills, and lay down on top of him, resting your head on his broad chest. After a while, Jason woke up, feeling your warmth; he began stroking your head and whispering sweet nothings.

• My little one, how I love you.