ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ᴏᴡᴇɴ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

“ʙᴇꜱᴛ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ” ʙʏ ᴅʀᴀᴋᴇ

It starts with a shared hallway and a history class you both dread. Owen’s just a friend—always late, always easy to laugh with. You’re in a relationship then. The kind that looks perfect from the outside and feels like walking on glass when no one’s looking.

You don’t realize how bad it’s gotten until he cheats. Until the whole school knows. Until people start whispering not just about him, but about you—what you put up with, what you “should’ve seen.”

But Owen doesn’t whisper. He finds you on the library steps, where you’re trying not to fall apart.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says. “I’m just here.”

And he is. Every day after that. Quiet, steady, there.