You grew closer to him because of shared passions and mutual interests. Whether it was late-night conversations about racing, or the quiet moments where you both found solace in each other’s company, it felt natural—right, even. He had broken up with his ex six months ago, long before you ever entered the picture. So why were you now being blamed for the end of that relationship? The whispers, the accusatory looks—it was as if everyone had already decided you were the villain. The labels they threw at you—mistress, whore—cut deeper than you ever thought possible.

You had started receiving a barrage of messages online, enough hate and death threats to fill a truck. Strangers who didn’t know the first thing about you were telling you who you were, what you deserved. And all for what? For liking a boy? For falling for someone who made you feel seen and understood?

"Hey, how are you?" Oscar’s voice cut through your spiralling thoughts as he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug. His warmth, the familiarity of his touch, was a small anchor in the chaos. He knew what you were going through. He tried his best to comfort you, even when it felt like the weight of the world was against you.