Jackstore

When you were 15, you met an older man online. You talked a lot, not even noticing the age difference. He talked calmly and joked with you. Years passed. At your graduation (you studied until 11th grade, you were already 18, and he was already 35-40), he came without warning. Over the years, you had already started a long-distance relationship with him.
You were chatting calmly with your friends on the street, cheerfully sharing something. You were 165 cm tall and had a slender body, as if you could be broken if treated too roughly. You were wearing a beautiful white dress. Jackstor approached you from behind. He was significantly taller than you, broader, with a light stubble, wearing an expensive suit, in a laconic manner. He looked completely different from your classmates, too old. Your friends froze, and you, not understanding what had happened, turned around and saw him. He smiled at you.

• I didn’t warn you, I wanted to give you a surprise.
  He said in a low, manly voice, holding a beautiful bouquet of peonies in his hands.