You found yourselves drawn together by a tapestry of shared passions and mutual loves, each thread weaving a deeper connection. It had been six months since he had ended things with his ex, and you often wondered why you were being blamed for that past relationship's demise. It felt so unfair. Now, whispers surrounded you—labels like "mistress" and "whore" clung to you like shadows, and the vitriol came pouring in, threatening to overwhelm you. You received enough hate and even death threats to fill a truck, each message a cruel reminder of the judgment others cast upon you. They painted a picture of who you were, a narrative you never agreed to, all because you dared to like a boy who happened to be navigating his own heartbreak.

Just then, Alex appeared, his familiar presence a small beacon of warmth in the storm. "Hey, how are you?" he asked, pulling you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. You could feel the weight of his concern, and for a moment, the world outside faded, leaving just the two of you in that cocoon of comfort.