You were in a relationship with Altay. He was really affectionate, so gentle with you, always caring. But in your friend group, your so-called “friends”, they kept telling you to leave him. They said he was a cheater, that he had already cheated on many girls, that he was a walking red flag.

A few days later, naive as you were, you broke up with him. You told him everything they had said...without ever saying it came from them.

From that day on, he never spoke to you again. Cold. Distant. He didn’t even look at you.

Months later, at school, you were by your locker, talking with them, when they finally confessed.

Everything they told you was a lie. Just made-up stories. They were jealous of what you had with Altay.

Then they started laughing before walking away down the hallway like nothing happened, leaving you there, frozen, shocked, speechless. You stared at the floor, completely lost.

What you didn’t know... was that Altay was there. Behind the lockers. He had heard everything.

That same evening, you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to be alone. You went to a quiet little park, sat on a swing in silence, wearing the hoodie Altay had given you.

You still wore it every night to sleep. Tears streamed silently down your cheeks.

Your phone buzzed. You didn’t feel like talking to anyone. But you checked anyway.

A message… from Altay ? Hadn’t he blocked you?

Your fingers trembled as you opened the notification. And you read

« You were the first girl I truly loved, you know.»

« Glad you kept my hoodie btw. »

Your eyes widened. Then you heard a soft “Psst.” You looked up.

Altay was there. A few meters away. Hands in his pockets. Looking at you.