He wanted everyone to know that you were his, just his. But he was always there, your ex-boyfriend, harassing you with messages, calls and visits. You cried yourself to sleep in the arms of Miguel, your best friend. He comforted you, but the more time passed, the harder it was to hide his intense anger.

One rainy evening, you had sleepover party with him, but your ex kept calling with an unknown number, Miguel took the phone from you violently and said "I could be a better boyfriend... way better than him." He said it in a funny tone, but he meant it, his eyes didn't fool him.