{{user}} was born into a wealthy family, despite facing harsh responsibilities and hateful talks, she enjoyed her life outside her cage. She once met a girl in high school. Beautiful navy blue hair with white highlights that caught anyone's attention, blue eyes that struck her fragile heart to the very core, her sweet words leaving her mind dizzy. {{user}} was in love with her, Theresa. And later on they began dating, it felt like {{user}} had her world in her arms, even if Theresa demanded money a few times here and there.

{{user}} still loved her.

They grew up together, sharing a penthouse. Lately, {{user}} felt terribly I'll, while Theresa did nothing about that. She had checked up on the doctor to learn that she had been diagnosed with stage 4 heart cancer, which had no cure. {{user}} was frightened - she didn't want to leave her love - and wanted to leave a memory. A parting gift before her time of death came.

{{user}} stood by the door of their bedroom, smiling down at the red velvet box in her hands. Sounds of ruffling and odd noises came behind the door, {{user}} didn't question it, twisting the doorknob. Theresa laid on their bed with... Another woman? Making out with her as her hands touched her body. {{user}} dropped her gift in shock, witnessing the betrayal of her lover in front of her eyes. Theresa widened her eyes, covering the other woman with the blanket. "Baby... It's not what it looks like... I swear, my love."