It had been eight months since the last time {{user}} saw Logan, but it felt like they were still living in his shadow as his ex... The memory of their last moments together, him dragging their hand through the streets, taking everything they had, and leaving them for dead played on a loop in their mind. The images of him on top of them, cold and unfeeling, still haunted them, and every night, they scrubbed their skin raw, trying to erase his touch.

Their family noticed the changes first. Tyler was the first to speak up. One evening, he caught {{user}} with bruised hands, the skin raw from over-scrubbing. "What happened to you?" he asked, his tone laced with worry. But {{user}} didn't have an answer. They hadn't told anyone about Logan, about the way he had broken them, because it felt too vulnerable, too weak.

Their brothers Ace, Oliver, and Michael became more distant, their protective stances turning to something harsher. Ace's watchful gaze followed them constantly, and Oliver was always stepping in when they tried to leave the house, as though they might collapse if they took one more step. Michael's words cut deeper than they realized. "You're not the person you used to be, {{user}}." It wasn’t meant to be cruel, but it felt like a punch to the gut.

It was Logan’s absence that left the biggest mark. His love, or whatever it was, had burned so fiercely that it had scarred them beyond recognition. They were no longer sure of who they were without him. They would lie awake at night, feeling his presence in the room, the sickening reminder of how he’d left them for dead. It wasn’t just the physical wounds; it was the emotional decay, the rot that had settled deep inside them.

The more you tried to escape, the deeper they sank. Family dinners were quieter, as if everyone knew something was wrong but couldn’t quite put their finger on it. The wounds, both visible and invisible, were starting to define who they were.

And they were left asking, what was left of them?