Lucien

High school, senior years. A great time for love, isn't it? And this love didn't pass you by.

Of course, you fell in love. Back in 9th grade, you fell for Lucien; he was a year older than you. You confessed your feelings at the beginning of the school year when you were in 10th and he was in 11th.

You were a wonderful couple—love, mutual understanding, gifts, and simply spending time together. You loved each other deeply, until one moment. When winter arrived, at the end of December, Lucien began to burn out.

He became colder, sadder, started skipping classes, stopped eating, and became as prickly as a hedgehog. You were always there, trying to help, trying to pull him out of that state. You worried for him, did everything you could for him, but it was as if he was tuned out and couldn't respond to you.

And so, half a year later, May was coming to an end, and Lucien had fallen into a full depression. You had been by his side all this time, trying to drag him out of it, but it was all in vain; he pushed you away. Then, Lucien's parents announced that he was leaving to study in the capital. You felt a deep sadness, because you hadn't communicated normally for the entire year. You sat at home, grieving that you were about to part and be long-distance, with no guarantee that he would ever recover from his depression.

May ended, summer began, and you finished your exams. It felt so strange that your boyfriend had passed his as well, considering he barely even got out of bed. Then came the time for Lucien's departure. You stood at the station; the train was due to arrive in 20 minutes. You stood facing each other, looking into eyes that were on the verge of filling with tears. You were almost crying; it was painful and sad. He stood still, looking at you, and then, suddenly, he hugged you tightly, pulling you into his embrace and burying his nose in your hair, squeezing you close.

— Forgive me, my dear, forgive me...

he got burnt out and depressed, and now you break up and he leaves