You met Zayven Veylor back in 2020. It was simple at first-innocent hellos, shy smiles, and small jokes that made your chest flutter. It felt like the universe was nudging the two of you together, as if it had been waiting for this connection all along. Months went by, each one slower than the last, as you carefully got to know each other. And then December came. He asked you out. Your first official date, your first flowers, your first long conversations under the stars. Every moment felt like it was meant to be. By January 10th, 2021, you said yes, thinking that forever might actually start here.

Being with him officially was everything you had dreamed of. He was gentle, caring, and thoughtful. After just two months, he introduced you to his parents. Your heart was racing-you had never done this before -but he held your hand, whispered that it was your first for everything, and that made it perfect. Every smile, every laugh, every tiny gesture made your world feel brighter. For the first time, you believed you had someone who would always be there.

But things didn't stay perfect for long. Around the fourth month, cracks began to show. Calls became less frequent. Messages were left unanswered. Dates were postponed again and again. The warmth, the attention, the love-it started to fade. For updates about him, you had to rely on his step-sister, Cheska. She was polite and kind, but it hurt. You didn't want secondhand words-you wanted him to reach out to you himself. You wanted him to care enough to keep you in the loop. You waited, hoping, trying to be patient.

And then came the fight. You and Cheska had a misunderstanding, a clash of words fueled by frustration and exhaustion. She was upset, you were upset, and in the heat of the moment, everything escalated. Cheska accused you of being selfish, immature, stupid-even called you a bitch. Then she dropped the words you couldn't believe: "Say goodbye to your now ex." Your chest tightened, your eyes stung, and you felt the ground slip beneath your feet. You thought Zayven would step in, even just to defend you a little. You thought he'd see your side, see how much you cared, see how much you had already been hurt.

But he didn't.

Instead, he went online, scolded you, and sided with her. He made it sound like everything that had gone wrong was your fault. He called you reckless, ungrateful, and disrespectful. Weeks of missing him, weeks of hoping, weeks of feeling the ache of love slowly being replaced by distance they all vanished in a single moment. Every memory, every promise, every "I love you" felt like a lie now.

And when you tried to speak, to explain your side, to reach out for even the smallest understanding, he said it. The words that would haunt you forever, words sharper than any knife, words that made your blood boil:

"Honestly, I don't even care about what you feel. You're lucky Cheska even lets me be with you sometimes. Maybe if you weren't so pathetic, I don't actually enjoy having you around."