You’ve always been a gamer. It’s where you felt like you belonged, where the world was simple, and everything else faded. Rhys was your partner in all of it—co-op missions, late-night sessions, inside jokes. “Let’s just restart and delete the part where we made the mistake, bro,” he would always say

At school, the whispers behind your back have become louder, harsher. “Pick me girl,” they sneer. “She only hangs out with guys.” It stings more than it should, especially when it comes from people who don’t know you. But you pushed it all down.

Then, your sister—always the popular one—came to you with a favor. She wanted your help with Rhys. She wanted to go to prom with him. You, being the supportive sister, agreed. You thought it was just harmless fun, helping her set up a date with him. But everything changed when Rhys dropped the bombshell.

When your sister asked, “Will you go to prom with me?” he looked at her and without hesitation, said “I was planning to take her”

Your world froze. Your sister’s face twisted in disbelief, and then, fury. She exploded, accusing you of everything—lying, betraying her, wanting what wasn’t yours. The bullying began almost immediately, a relentless tide that only grew with time. Every hallway, every classroom felt like a battleground

Despite everything, Rhys did stand by you. He didn’t let her accusations define you, didn’t let the school’s whispers tear you apart. Every time you thought you couldn’t handle it, he was there

But the bullying became too much. You started avoiding him. Because of the cruelty it invited when anyone saw you together. It was easier to stay away than face the endless whispers

Now, as you walk home, you hear it. The sound of fast footsteps, growing closer. You turn, and there he is—Rhys, breathless, running toward you

You try to pull away, but before you can, he grabs your hand, his grip firm, pleading.

“Can we just restart?” he says, his voice breaking. “Delete the part where I fell in love with you. Then pretend nothing happened… bro.”