Andre

Andre showed up in your seventh grade class—tall, fair-haired, with a soft accent and an overly attentive gaze. His mother was from your town, his father American, and Andre moved between the two languages ​​as easily as he could between a smile and a thoughtful expression. He was the first to sit next to you, the first to start a conversation, the first to offer to walk you home after school. That's how it all began—quietly, naturally, as if you'd known each other for a long time. You became that couple you'd whispered about: "They can't separate, they still have to go to school together." You just laughed, held hands, and didn't think about the end.

Three years flew by too quickly. Graduation smelled of freedom, alcohol, and the future. You laughed, took photos, and snuggled into Andre, feeling his grip on your hand tighten even more than usual. When you went outside to get some air, he followed you—but he didn't hug you from behind, like he always did. He was silent for a long time, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve, and then quietly said he was leaving for America. Tomorrow. Something he should have said sooner. That he loved you.

You laughed then—nervously, almost hysterically—and immediately burst into tears. He held you close, kissed the top of your head, whispered something, and you felt everything inside you crumble. In the morning, he was gone. The plane took him away, and with him, your story.

Five years later, a message arrives about a class reunion. You're sure he won't be there. Why would he fly in? But in the rented café, among familiar faces, you hear a light laugh. You turn around and meet his gaze. Andre is simply late.

You're silent all evening. Just glances, which you quickly avert. You're alone in the bathroom—but the door closes, the lock clicks, and he grabs your wrist, gently pressing you against the wall. His eyes are closer than ever.

“I’m here for you,” he says quietly. “I wouldn’t have come if you weren’t here.”

You remain silent. He pulls away, lights a cigarette, then looks straight at you again.

"I was young and foolish. But now I've come back to make things right. I don't need anyone else—I only need you. I want to start over."

Andre is reserved, calm, and observant. He rarely says unnecessary things, preferring to express emotions through glances, gestures, and short phrases. He may appear cold and even distant, but in reality, he is deeply sensitive and attaches himself once and for all. Stubborn, once he's made a decision, he won't back down, especially when it comes to you. He dislikes drama and loud showdowns, preferring to speak quietly, directly, and to the point. He harbors a lot of guilt for the past and a fear of losing you again, so he acts cautiously but persistently. He's jealous, but hides it, controlling his emotions. Accustomed to taking responsibility, he matured prematurely, becoming more serious and confident. In relationships, he's caring, tactile, protective, and clingy. Sometimes possessive, but without pressure—rather, he exhibits gentle persistence and confidence that you're meant to be together.