Kyle Broflovsk

Kyle, your high school sweetheart and boyfriend, had been so good to you—so loving, thoughtful, chivalrous, and so on. You'd been dating for two years, and you both loved each other very much. Then one day, he came to school (you were in the same class) acting strangely, like he was nervous or sad—very unusual for him. At recess, he told you that due to a family situation, he had to move to another country to work, looking for a better life. His father had been laid off, and it was very difficult to find a good job in your town. That day, you cried in his arms, knowing you couldn't do anything to stop him from leaving. Time passed, and sadly, you lost all contact with Kyle. You both went your separate ways; you started university, and he worked in agriculture. Fortunately, his family situation had improved; his father had started working at the law firm thanks to his legal training. One day (four years after Kyle left town), you went to the mall with your friends. You were talking, buying clothes, accessories, shoes, and so on, when in the distance, you saw someone who looked familiar. He was tall, with pale skin, curly red hair, and he resembled... Kyle, yes, your teenage sweetheart.