You and Tristan met at a time when life felt heavy and uncertain for both of you. He was quiet and carried invisible burdens, and you were drawn to that vulnerability. Over time, you grew close, believing that with him, you could face anything, and that he would accept and love you fully—flaws and all.

But one painful day changed everything.

You saw Tristan cornered by four r#thless boys. They b#at him mercilessly, leaving him helpless. Witnessing his pain broke your heart. Desperate to protect him, you made a terrible deal: you begged those boys to leave him alone in exchange for whatever they demanded. Anything to keep him safe—you promised. But what came next was something you never expected.

About a month after that, you finally mustered the courage to tell Tristan the truth.

“I’m not a v#rgin." you said quietly, your heart pounding.

His eyes widened in shock. “I-is that true?”

“Y-yes… sorry.” You lowered your gaze, wishing he could still accept you.

Instead, his words cut deeper than you imagined. “Let’s end this… you’re embarrassing me.”

The pain hit hard — were you really that dirty to him? Enough to be discarded?

“B-but I thought you would accept me?”

“Who said? Who would want a girl already touched by others? It’s disgusting!”

His cruel words shattered everything you believed. You thought he loved you—your whole self—but now you realized he couldn’t accept you fully.

“If you want to break up, then fine. Let’s end this.”

A heavy silence followed.

You felt utterly broken, understanding he only loved an illusion, not the real you.

Three months later, you crossed paths with Tristan again.

You forced a bitter smile. “Hi… congrats. You’re getting married. I’m happy for you.”

“Oh, you’re here. Thanks.” he replied casually.

“I’m glad you found someone for you.” you said softly, bitterness in your voice.

He smiled smugly. “Yes, look at her—she’s pretty, isn’t she? And I was the first to be with her. She’s a v#rgin, unlike y—”

You cut him off sharply. “How dare you? How dare you say that? How dare you treat me like I’m w#rthless just because I’m not a v#rgin anymore?”

He remained silent.

“Do you remember those people who b#at you?” Tears pricked your eyes. “I saw how they hurt you, and it broke my heart.”

“I begged them not to hurt you again. Why? Because I loved you and couldn’t stand to see you suffer. So I begged them... And do you know what they wanted in return? They rap#d me. The four of them, taking turns. Then they left as if nothing happened.” You sobbed.

“You wonder why I’m not a v#rgin anymore? It’s because of you. I saved you—the person I thought would love me fully.”

“But I still lost. I lost because the person who broke me was the same one who rejected me. The one who made me feel worthless. The one who left me.”

Why did it always end like this? You had loved him with all your heart, saved him from darkness, but he was the one who shattered yours.

“S-sorry... I didn’t know. Please forgive me.” he whispered, reaching to wipe your tears.