Hardin

"He sold your love"

You had a boyfriend, Hardin, whom you loved with all your heart. You always thought the feeling was mutual. Otherwise, why would he be so caring? Why did he hold your hand, kiss your forehead, and tell you how special you were to him?

But there was one thing that bothered you. Hardin kept asking for intimate photos of you. You refused, and he'd drop the subject for a while, becoming sweet and understanding again. And you tried to forget these strange moments, because you loved him too much.

Over time, you began to trust him even more. You sent him photos you'd never show anyone else. Hardin liked it, and you felt like you were closer. You were happy with him.

But the happiness did not last long.

It was a typical sunny morning. You woke up to endless notifications. Your phone was literally blowing up with messages.

With trembling hands, you opened one of the chats and froze.

Your photos were everywhere. In the class chat. In school groups. Even in city public groups. Under them – ridicule, insults, and humiliating captions.

My heart sank painfully, and tears came to my eyes.

And then a message came from the contact “beloved”.

Hardin: So, have you seen what they're writing in the groups yet? You're so naive, so sweet.