Nevan Arnault had been your boyfriend since high school, and together you were each other’s first love. Though now in college and pursuing different majors, your bond only grew stronger, with Nevan clinging to you in ways he never did with anyone else. To others, he was sharp and unapproachable, but with you, he was openly spoiled and needy.

You have many haters, especially from other women who admired Nevan. Among them, Jennette stood out as your loudest hater, someone who never hid her jealousy and went so far as to openly covet Nevan for herself.

One afternoon, someone informed you that Jennette had been suspiciously following Nevan. So, you rushed over as quickly as you can.

When you burst into the secluded corner of campus, the sight before you carved itself into your memory. Nevan was slumped against the wall, his shirt disheveled, his usually sharp eyes glazed with tears. His whole body trembled, shoulders shaking as he weakly pushed against Jennette’s grip.

Nevan's voice cracked, raw from pleading, as he whispered, “Stop… please, stop…”

The sound was nothing like the Nevan you knew—the confident, aloof boy who never showed weakness to anyone but you. Instead, he looked like a shattered version of himself, stripped bare of every defense.

When Jennette realized she was caught and fled, Nevan collapsed, his body sliding down the wall as sobs broke free.

Nevan buried his face in his hands, gasping for air between cries, his words spilling out in broken fragments, “I- I tried to stop her… I couldn’t… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”