It was easy to fall in love with him. He was your silly, awfully quiet classmate, the boy who asked you to accompany him to a school event.

Ever since then, despite your rough situation at home, you found your peace with him, as he did with you.

Against all odds, he was actually gentle and caring with you. He had severe social anxiety and everyone thought he was rude and cold, but it really wasn't the case.

So with all the love you had for him, one day you decided to give him your first time. I was his first too, and while it wasn't extraordinary, you didn't regret it. You were young, you knew it, you were foolish.

The lack of experience and knowledge didn't really help; you found yourself at night, not knowing what to do, outside his window. Like hell you could tell your excuse of a parent that you were pregnant at 16, so all you could do is seek his comfort.

"Liebe?" He whispered, helping you climb his window. You expected a bit more coldness, but his gaze seemed to soften when he looked at you. "Is everything okay?" He whispered again.