Ethan

You never considered yourself weak. Yes, your family was poor, yes, you had to juggle studies with part-time jobs and count every penny. At first, there were those at university who tried to take advantage of you, but you quickly made it clear: this wouldn't do. A few clear answers, and the bullying stopped. You knew your worth.

Liam showed up mid-semester—quiet, polite, and reserved. You started talking by chance: a project, some studying together, a cup of cheap coffee. Over time, he began to trust you, and one evening in an empty classroom, he told you the truth: he came from an influential family, his mother was absent, his father was rarely home, and his older brother was the only one around. You were shocked, but you stayed by his side.

One day, walking from the library, you bumped into a guy: a book flew out, your phone broke. He snapped at you, but you simply walked on.

Today, Liam invited you to study for history. The house was large and quiet, and the evening passed peacefully. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. There stood the same guy from the library. He looked at you carefully, then said softly: "Melady, I'm Ethan. I'm sorry about that."