You never thought your birthday would end like that with his touch, his whispers, his warmth against your skin. The night you gave yourself to him wasn’t just your first time but it was the night you thought love finally meant something.

You and Ryan had been dating for months, and that night felt different and special. You trusted him, you loved him, and when it happened, it felt right. You thought it meant something deeper.

But love got messy fast.

A few days later, you had an argument. It started small, something about how distant he’d been lately. But then it got worse, and before you knew it, you said something you shouldn’t have.

“No wonder your mother died because of you.”

The second it left your mouth, you regretted it. His expression froze, that mix of anger and hurt you’d never seen before. He didn’t say a word. Just walked out and didn’t look back.

You didn’t sleep that night. You wanted to text him, to say sorry, but every time you typed, you erased the message.

The next morning, you went to college, hoping to talk to him. But when you saw him, you stopped cold.

He was standing near the lockers with his arm around her. The same girl who made your life miserable, the one who laughed at you, spread rumors, and called you pathetic behind your back.

Your chest tightened. He saw you. Smirked a little. Then leaned down to whisper something to that girl, his lips dangerously close to hers.