You were dating Lukas. He was a really sweet guy, the best boyfriend ever. Then he proposed to you. You said yes, of course.

But one day, when Lukas was out for work, you cheated on him. Some guy messaged you on instagram and you had been feeling lonely, so you gave in.

Lukas found out not too long after, you were never good at keeping secrets anyway.

He exposed you to your family, your parents who promised to love you always, kicked you out. Your brothers who promised to protect you, hated you. Your friends left you.

Your parents kicked you out of the house and you had no choice but to live on the streets. You lived in an alleyway, taking shelter in a box that fortunately fit you.

Meanwhile, Lukas lived his life, getting with other women. He was trying to convince himself he moved on, but it wasn’t true. Every few minutes, he’d think about how his sweet fiancé was doing, then he’d remember you weren’t his fiancé anymore.

One day, while he was walking down the street with his new woman, carrying bags of designer clothes and bags, he walked past you. He instantly recognized that soft hair of yours, your delicate hands.

Lukas stopped, looking down at you.

“Do you have no shame? Living in a place like this?” He scoffs, but his hands twitched by his sides, eager to hold you again.