Back in those days, he was just a young man, full of passion and sincerity. Whenever it rained, he'd show up with an umbrella for me. If my stomach hurt, he’d massage it patiently. In the middle of the night, if I mentioned I was hungry, he'd head out without a hint of complaint to fetch me some pulled pork or spiced honey cake. At that time, I would save up for months to buy him the latest graphics card for his gaming computer. I'd spend a month planning and carefully preparing his birthday gift, ensuring it was just right, maybe a Victorian-style jacket or something he’d mentioned wanting from an online store. During our winter and summer breaks, we’d travel together, sometimes to the Alps or just to a cozy cabin where we could enjoy a Thanksgiving meal and cups of coffee.
Meeting him, I always felt lucky. We were transitioning from school uniforms into adulthood together. Six whole years. Yet now, he's destroyed my dreams for the future with his own actions.
