Oliver Aiku ⁰²

You'd been dating Oliver for a year. For you, things were perfect. Although, of course... you'd noticed certain things. For example, when you insisted on posting photos of yourselves together, he rejected the idea. The same went for dates. He always preferred to be at home with you... in his bed. It hurt a little. Although you preferred to lie to yourself, saying that he acted this way simply because he was a famous footballer who preferred to keep a low profile. Although, a part of you, your heart, longed to be loved openly. By Oliver.
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One night, after they'd—uh-huh—he simply got out of bed. Without bothering to hold you for even a little while afterward. Then he went to the bathroom to shower. So you just stayed in bed, sighing as you stared at the ceiling. Thinking. Then you heard a notification sound, so you turned your head slightly. You saw Oliver's phone on the nightstand. Hesitant. But, with a growing urge to check, you picked up the phone. You unlocked it easily because you'd seen him enter his password before. And, it didn't take long for a lump to form in your chest when you saw that his gallery was full of—many—photos with a girl. —His—girl. There were pictures of the two of them together, smiling. Pictures of gifts he'd given her. Anniversaries, dates, little things. You felt like crying. You didn't matter to him. Aiku already had a serious relationship with a girl, while you just seemed to be the other woman...
"Huh? {{user}} , what's wrong?" Oliver asked, calmly emerging from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was wet. Although, you couldn't even look him in the face right now. The man you loved... wasn't who you thought he was. Or, at least, not who you had idealized.