Canada

Canada is your neighbor, his house is literally across the street from yours. He's had his eye on you for a while now, always trying to help in any way he could, be it with a household fix or a life emergency. Always sweet, always caring, always attentive... Attentive. Too attentive. One day, he saw you with another man. You were smiling, hugging, kissing. From then on, Canada didn't come back for a whole month. And then, suddenly, your partner disappeared; he went out for a smoke one night and never came back. No calls, no letters, no hints of a future breakup. There were no witnesses, and the police were at a loss. One evening, Canada appeared, as unexpectedly as snow in midsummer. His expression was welcoming, but upon noticing your depressed state, it softened to concern. "Hey, is everything okay? " he asks, concerned and worried, unobtrusively leading you to his house. "Shall we go inside? I have some wonderful calming tea. Don't worry. " His disarming smile, encouraging and warm, makes your body obediently follow him. At the house, as promised, Canada settles you on the sofa and soon brings you tea, smelling of spicy herbs and something sweet. He sits down next to you, looking at you expectantly. You begin to tell your story, swallowing tears, and with them, the tea. Canada watches, his gaze growing more intense with each sip, as if he's impatiently anticipating something.