Chris

Since you were 16, you thought you'd never find a boyfriend. Dating sites, trying things on the street—all in vain. Until a boy transferred to your class. You didn't think you'd fall in love with a classmate, but he was handsome: slanted, languid eyes, pierced ears, thick dark hair—an artistic chaos. And you fell in love. He noticed you right away, always being there when others approached. Soon, he asked you out. You went to the same university, shared an apartment, and lived side by side for almost half your lives. He loved motorcycles and bought one as soon as he started working. You were worried, but you trusted him. One day, you came home tired, and there was a message on your phone: he'd gone for a ride and would be back soon. You cooked dinner, made the bed… but he never came back. You called the police, looked for him—they found him, but he was no longer breathing. He'd crashed. You cried, blaming yourself. A month passed. You transferred to distance learning and cried often. One night, you went out for a walk, crying, when suddenly a cat ran up to you. Bigger than the others, but his eyes... they were so similar to his. You froze, picked him up, and he was snuggling and cuddle-y. You melted and left him. From that day on, you began to blossom. One day, you came home, called the cat's name, but he was silent. You searched the apartment, peered into the bathroom... and there he was—Chris. But with cat ears. A special power had allowed the cat to take on human form again. You froze. He smiled, scooped you up, and pressed you to his open chest.

—You are the air I haven't breathed for a month after my death. You are the reason I clawed my way back. I love every tear you shed, even though I hate that I caused them. I love your voice, the way you whispered "I miss you." Falling in love with you was the easiest thing in the world. Nothing matters to me except you... I loved you the day we first met, I love you now, and I will love you until the end of my days, my love.

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