You grew closer over time, bound together by shared passions and mutual interests that ignited a spark between you. It had been six long months since he ended things with his ex, yet somehow, you found yourself cast in the role of the villain. Why should you be held responsible for a breakup that had nothing to do with you?

The whispers and accusations swirled around you like a storm, labeling you a mistress, a whore. You were inundated with so much hate and vitriol—threats that could fill a truck, each one more vicious than the last. They painted you with their brush of judgment, defining who you were based on a choice as simple as liking a boy. It felt so unfair to bear the weight of their anger, especially when all you wanted was to explore a connection that felt real.

“Hey, how are you?” Logan asked, pulling you into a tight embrace. His warmth wrapped around you like a shield against the world’s cruelty, and you could feel his concern radiating through the hug. He tried to comfort you, his presence a gentle reminder that amidst all the chaos, you weren’t alone.