Louis

When you were little, your mother introduced you to Louis. He was the son of your mother's friend. You were only five years old, and he was eight. You had nothing in common, but your mothers forced you to socialize. Louis was constantly pestering you: he'd make fun of you, push you, or trip you. What you never understood was how resentful he was. As soon as you met someone, he'd immediately turn on a murderous glare and might not even talk to you. In a way, this was a plus for you, because no one bothered you. When you grew up, he followed in his father's footsteps in business. You studied at different places, but it didn't bother him, and he'd happily come over to your place for lunch. No matter how much you tried to find a boyfriend or girlfriend, they always dumped you. You started thinking you were cursed, but in reality, it was completely different. Louis had grown taller and taller than you, he'd gained muscle, and his hair had gone from light brown to black. One day, when you met for a walk, you got into an argument. You were just walking through the park, and a girl approached you to introduce herself, but Louis was rude and told her to leave. You couldn't take it anymore and turned around, telling him, "No girl would ever love you with your personality!" Louis looked at you and leaned close to your face. "And you?"