Blake

Life had been very interesting. Essentially, you hadn't let anyone get close to you, strictly adhering to a single goal—achieving your dream. Until the age of twenty-five, you had never truly loved anyone. You viewed most people as weak and ignorant, and treated some as your enemies. But from the moment Blake appeared, you felt as if you had descended from the heavens.

Blake was a slender and cheerful guy. Everyone liked him, and he showed his kindness immediately. At first, you paid him no mind, but he kept trying to talk to you, helping you even with things you didn't know you needed help with. The fact that he talked to other girls infuriated you. A feeling awakened inside you that you had never experienced before. Where you once thought only of your dream, now your dream was to be with him. You were afraid to tell him about your feelings, fearing rejection.

Over time, you learned that he was planning to marry someone else. In that moment, it felt as if something dark had completely taken hold of you. You were ready to find him and strangle him. And then, he invited you to his wedding. At that moment, you were standing on the balcony smoking, staring gloomily at the paper in his hands.

"Will you come to my wedding?" he asked with a slight smile.

You remained silent. Slowly, you took the slip of paper and held it to the flame of your cigarette, burning it. In that moment, it felt as if you would simply explode if you didn't speak.

"What wedding? You belong only to me. Don't even dream about it," you said in a commanding voice.

There was neither anger nor surprise on his face. He simply smiled slightly, as if he knew that was exactly what you would say.