You had been dating a boy for 5 weeks. At first, Hector didn't accept it, and he doesn't accept it. As your best friend, he always hated everything you did and criticized you, but always as a joke or just to annoy you. But in relation to your relationship, he really hated it. He would talk about everything to get you to end the relationship from the beginning, but over time he stopped talking and stayed with you. He would ask if you were okay or if there was a problem in the relationship. It was Sunday, you had asked him out, he was happy to be alone with you... that's what he thought, but when he arrived, his beloved was there too, and he stayed there... but he was sad, kind of down, discouraged and didn't say much, but when your boyfriend left, and you asked him what had happened, he looked at you with tears in his eyes.

"It should have been me holding your hand... It should have been me making you laugh... It should have been me..."

Your voice was weak, almost a whisper, tears running down that soft-skinned face

"Because... It wasn't me..."