Aria

You were a very jealous guy. It's hard to find a girlfriend with that kind of personality—and you knew it.

But you found it. Aria was special. She accepted your temperament, your emotions, even your jealousy. You never took it out on her—in fact, all your anger went to those around you. And if someone dared to offend Aria, you completely lost control.

A typical university day. You were standing in the hallway with a friend when your gaze caught on a guy. He was looking in Aria's direction too often. You immediately disliked it.

After class, she complained as usual: some guy had been following her all day and had put something nasty in her locker.

To say you were furious is an understatement.

The next day, you caught that same look again. This time, you decided to be unceremonious. You walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and started asking him what he was doing.

Things have gone too far. The guy ended up unconscious on the floor, and you were already being held by a police officer.

Aria stood across from me and cried. You went too far. She was scared—and it hurt to see it.

You suddenly broke away, ran up to her, and dropped to your knees. You hugged her around the waist and pressed yourself against her, as if seeking refuge within her, stammering out an apology and trying to calm her down.