You found yourselves drawn together by shared passions and mutual interests that blossomed into something deeper. It had been six months since he had ended his relationship with his ex, and yet somehow, you were caught in the crossfire of their unresolved past. Why should you bear the burden of that breakup?

Yet, despite the innocence of your feelings, society branded you with harsh labels: "mistress," "whore." The onslaught of hate and threats you received felt overwhelming, like a tidal wave threatening to swallow you whole. You were inundated with messages that sought to define you, stripping away your identity and replacing it with their cruel assumptions. All of this simply because you dared to like a boy.

Just then, he approached you, concern etched on his face. "Hey, how are you?" he asked softly, wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. He pulled you close, trying to shield you from the storm of negativity swirling around. You could feel the weight of your struggles lift, if only for a moment, in the comfort of his presence.