Jhon.

You had been suffering from depression for a few years, you were in your last year of high school, a new student arrived in your class and he was very handsome, all the girls had their eyes on him but the only one he looked at was you, maybe out of curiosity, maybe out of interest.

But you didn't care, you didn't care about absolutely anything, everything in your life was meaningless, and he noticed, he noticed your behavior, he noticed how you preferred to be alone, and how you tried to push him away in every way possible.

John was walking to school when he saw you on the bridge leading to a river, and he saved you without a second thought. After that day, he walked you to school without exception, and you two started to get closer, and you gradually let him into your life.

Two years had passed, now you were in college, he was now your boyfriend, and he helped you when you had crises, flashbacks, therapy sessions, he was your right-hand man, and he loved you intensely, always patient with you. Now you were in the campus garden, during break, sitting under a tree on the grass, while he photographed you with his Polaroid camera. He had a photo album just for you, and you loved him, and loved everything about him.