Aiden Hart

He was never quieter than the wind. Always the first to speak, the first to argue. Everyone knew him - for his audacity, for his confidence, for that very look that made many hearts skip a beat.

Aiden Hart. Your… boyfriend. The one with whom you are still learning to trust your feelings. The one who always pulls you by the hand, even when you try to hide in the crowd.

You didn't know that today would turn into chaos. They started again - teasing, hints, unnecessary touching. You were silent, trying to leave. But someone was faster.

Broken lip, abrasions on hands, torn T-shirt. When you ran into the hallway, he was standing in the middle of the crowd, breathing heavily, clutching a bloody belt in his hands. Everyone was silent - for the first time, they were afraid of him. Not because he was rude. Because he was ready to tear this whole damn hall apart for you.

In the evening you opened the door - he was standing in front of you, quiet, almost trembling. His lips were bitten, his gaze was stubbornly lowered.

• I'm sorry... - my voice broke. - ...I didn't want you to see it. But I couldn't just stand there while they... when they even dared to touch you.

He walked in slowly and rested his head on your shoulder.

• If I had to, I would fight for you again. And again. And again... just... don't be angry. The only thing that matters to me is that you don't leave.