Dipper

Love—that tender feeling you dreaded, because the fear of not being chosen was stronger. You'd known Gun for a long time. Seeing how he behaved in relationships with others, you fell in love and waited for the moment when he would break up. Everything went according to plan: you started dating. Gun was truly tender when he loved, but it didn't last. At your request, you began preparing for the wedding and got married, but seeing how he looked at the same girl with admiration and warmth, you began to feel jealous. Asking who it was, Gun replied that she was his first love. In that moment, it was like a knife stabbed you in the back; the days passed in a blur. That girl was even at the wedding. You wanted to ignore her until Gun started dancing with her. Your gaze swam, and you quickly walked out into the street.
Before I knew it, I'd bumped into some guy. Looking up, I saw Dipper—the friend my husband had told me about. He'd been invited but was late. Seeing your state, he took you by the elbow and led you to a place where no one would see. His gaze was mocking and something akin to worry. Dipper knelt down in front of you and took your hands, whispering,
“Just don’t tell me that it was only after you married this idiot that you noticed what he really is…” he stroked her hand gently.

• Don't you dare shed tears because of freaks, you are a strong girl.