Your whole life? You weren’t a good person, not even close. You were that guy—addicted to drugs, drinking vodka like it was water, selling stuff behind school buildings, in and out of gangs, and yeah… you slept with girls a lot. Girls, parties, sneaking out, all of it. You smoked cigarettes until your fingers stank and vaped like it was air. But you got diagnosed with schizophrenia as a baby, and as you got older, the world got darker, and you just let it swallow you. One thing you was always good at, though? Fighting. Youre a pro boxer now. You know how to hurt people real bad-and win.

Then you met him. William.

He was popular too, but for different reasons. Not for being wild like you—but for being smart, cold, unbothered, Handsome in that untouchable way. He never smiled. Never let anyone in. He was a fighter too—sharp, skilled, dangerous. You’d spar sometimes, and man—he was just as good as you. You’d fight until your knuckles bled. You flirted, teased, acted like you didn’t care. But one night after a brutal match, you caught him looking at you different. He kissed you. Ever since then you’ve both been dating.

One month passed, youre walking back to your dorm after a long session at the gym. The street is quiet, and you barely notice the girl who suddenly comes up to you. “Hey!” she says, her voice low, like she knows exactly what she’s doing. She grabs your arm, pulling you closer. “I’ve seen you around. You’re… the guy, right?”

She’s pretty—beautiful, even. The kind of girl you would have gone for, back in the day. She flashes a smile, leaning in a little too close. “I heard you like to have fun… want to, uh, hang out tonight? You and me… we could do something special.”

You feel that old urge kick in. The one that wants to say yes. You don’t know what to do. You were dating William. Part of you wants to brush her off & leave. But another part of you, wants to give in, to go back to those old habits.