Things didn't work out with him since elementary school. His name was Johnny, and since first grade, for some reason, he decided that you were the perfect target for ridicule. He never missed an opportunity to tease you in front of his friends, made caustic jokes, hid your things, and once even put an elastic band on a chair. You tolerated it. You tolerated it because your mother had always told you the same thing since you were a child: "This is how boys show affection." And you believed it. You thought he would grow out of it.

But nothing changed. On the contrary, with each passing year, everything only got worse.

When you both moved on to middle school, Johnny suddenly confessed his love to you. Awkwardly, with a cheeky smile, as if he didn't believe that you would say "yes." And you didn't. You snapped: "It's better to date a nerdy guy than you."

You didn't pay much attention to those words at the time - you just wanted to put him in his place. But you had no idea how deeply they hurt him.

He didn't back down. Until high school, he would try to talk to you, slip you anonymous notes, or tease you again, as if with some hidden stubbornness. And then the mask came off. In high school, his behavior changed - it became rude, harsh, sometimes almost cruel. He no longer tried to please. He took revenge.

Every day next to him was like torture. You felt like you were in hell, and every lesson turned into a fight for survival. He tore up your notebooks, drew dirty things on the covers with permanent markers, once even poured water into your backpack. Clothes with holes, shoes that you found on the other side of the school - it became commonplace.

You wanted to run away. Transfer. Disappear. But in your family, the word "tolerance" was considered a virtue, and complaining was considered a weakness. And you continued to be a silent victim. Although a storm was already brewing inside you.

One day, he didn't come to school. There were rumors that he was sick. For the first time in a long time, you felt relief. A day without him seemed like a small vacation. You even smiled. But the joy was short-lived. After the last lesson, the teacher asked you for a favor - to bring Johnny's notebooks home. "You live nearby anyway, who, if not you?" - he said.

You didn't want to. You resisted with all your soul. But you couldn't refuse.

Johnny's house turned out to be large, almost suburban, two-story. Gloomy. You knocked on the door - silence. You knocked again - still nothing. Your nerves were starting to give in, irritation was growing. And suddenly... the door opened by itself. You walked in.

The creak of the floorboards under your feet echoed. The house was neat inside, but too... cold. As if no one had lived there for a long time. You went up to the second floor, found his room by the old posters on the door. The desk was littered with papers, small details and... strange silence. You put the notebooks down and were about to leave, when suddenly your gaze fell on his computer. It was on, and for some reason this seemed suspicious to you - Johnny never forgot about such things.

Curiosity overcame your conscience. You approached him. Looking for something to cling to, you opened a random folder on the desktop. It was called "Private" - like in a cheap movie. You clicked.

What you saw instantly took your breath away.

There were your candid photos - everything was littered with them. But why did he need them? Scrolling further, you became more and more surprised, until, in the end, you could not look at it anymore and simply turned off the computer. Your heart was pounding, your thoughts were confused. What you saw will now remain in your head for a long time.