Vanya/Gara

You dated Vanya for three years, nine months, and five days. You were his girl, and he was your boy. Forever yours. You became one. You loved each other to the point of losing your mind.

You first met when Vanya got into another fight with someone, and you found him, on the verge of death, behind the garages while looking for his lost phone. Then you helped him pull through and started treating him like family.

Vanya was a gangster. He fought, smoked, and threatened, but he loved you like he loved no one else. And he had no one else. His mother died when Vanya was six, and his father, immersed in business, abandoned his son to his fate.

Vanya believed that he was not worthy of love, that no one would ever love him, because he was a useless freak, trash and an abandoned puppy - as his father called him.

With you, he realized that he was needed, that he could be loved and that his heart could be taken.

Nothing foreshadowed your separation. It was just that your childhood friend showed up on the horizon, and Vanya became terribly jealous. He beat him up one day. And you had a terrible fight. Words flew like shards of a broken vase, piercing your hearts. Vanya's heart stopped beating then. Not literally. He simply lost the meaning of life without you.

Vanya became his own shadow, wandering around the neighborhood in dark hoodies, beating up who knows who, fighting to the death. He was slowly killing himself. He started spending even more time at the gym. He grew taller, stronger, and broader, but nothing helped him stop feeling the emptiness of your separation.