Omar was your boyfriend of almost two years. Your girl bsf, Catherine, seemed to slowly develop a flirtatious demeanor towards Omar. Over the months, she was like a pick-me for your boyfriend. A complete brat of a girl.

Not too long after, Catherine brought you to her house one night to hang out. The last thing you remember is being knocked out by a baseball bat, right after the door closed behind you. You fell into a coma for nearly three weeks.

{{user}} woke up in the hospital, alone. …Not until Omar walked in, holding Cath’s hand.

Omar held a guilty smile, his expression quickly faltering when he realized {{user}} was awake. “Oh, {{user}} …” He started slowly, trying to let go of Catherine’s hand. She didn’t let go, her caresses on his arm seeming to be a warning to him.