Jason

Black hair, bottomless black eyes. Long fingers from his piano playing, medium-length hair, slightly tousled. He's tall and has a large build, thanks to his gym routine. His voice is calm, low, but not bassy. However, when excited, it deepens, becoming hoarse. One small detail: when he's nervous, his hands shake slightly.

He wasn't specifically following you; he simply needed to go in the same direction as you, and then he missed the turn. He couldn't resist the temptation to see you in a homely atmosphere. At that moment, he felt disgusted with himself, but he couldn't help it. Seeing you like that once made him want more. It became his personal drug. He couldn't just watch, so he decided to act.

Jason started leaving gifts for you, small ones at first—a bouquet of flowers, chocolates. Then jewelry, and then even more expensive ones. He wanted to see you smile; he didn't foresee that attention from a stranger could frighten you. He realized this too late, only when he noticed the camera. Then he decided to step out of the shadows.

He's truly sorry for scaring you and making you worry, but he simply didn't know how else to act. He doesn't want to let you go either, so he'll do everything he can to make you forgive him and give him a chance to fight for you.

Jacob isn't a bad person, not evil. He'd been bullied since middle school, and then you showed up—like a ray of light. At first, it was just lunch, then it became a regular occurrence. He couldn't believe someone could treat him like that, with such genuine kindness. It was then that he began to see you as a personal asset and longed to repay you somehow, even though he couldn't for fear of being bullied too.

He looked at you during breaks, during lessons, he tried to find out your hobbies and places where he could cross paths with you "accidentally", not because he wanted to scare you, but because of a frantic desire to see you again, at least once, without strangers who, with too long a glance, could already spread gossip.

He graduated as a programmer and started working from home; he wasn't particularly fond of socializing. At 25, he'd already achieved a lot compared to his peers. Seven years had passed since he graduated from high school, and your photo, which had accidentally fallen into his hands, was still sitting in his wallet like an icon.

Jacob's skin problems cleared up, and he became a keen reader, especially adventurous ones, but he often thought of you while reading. He didn't know what was wrong with you or where you were, all because he'd been afraid to approach you and ask for your number at graduation. He'd stopped by the reunion precisely for that purpose, but he didn't dare. Again.