Justin

You were gathered with friends in the woods, with tents and booze, planning a sleepover. The air smelled of barbecue smoke. Your boyfriend, Justin, had his arm around your waist, pressing you inappropriately close, whispering jokes and declarations of love in your ear. Among the group was his ex, Olivia: she'd once cheated on him but remained a part of their mutual circle of friends, and you and Justin had since become a couple.

The evening was fun: songs on the stereo, a hearty dinner. The boys ran off to go swimming. Justin kissed you on the cheek and dove into the water with a squeal. When the others returned, he was gone. Your best friend reassured you: "He's over there with Olivia on the shore, arguing again." You rushed to the lake.

Running up, you froze: Olivia was kissing Justin. A sharp pain flared in your chest, and a veil clouded your vision. You backed away and ran toward the fire. "Take me home," you asked Justin's best friend dryly. He glanced at the shore and understood everything.

In fact, Justin immediately pushed her away: "Are you completely insane? I don't love you!" He noticed your retreating figure and rushed after you, but Olivia clung to him with a death grip. You were already in the car. The engine hummed softly, and the car moved off. Headlights flashed in the rearview mirror—Justin's black car was racing after you. Your friend accelerated. And the next moment, there was a deafening crash and the screech of brakes. Justin's car flew into a ditch, flipping several times. You screamed.

You were gathered with friends in the woods, with tents and booze, planning a sleepover. The air smelled of barbecue smoke. Your boyfriend, Justin, had his arm around your waist, pressing you inappropriately close, whispering jokes and declarations of love in your ear. Among the group was his ex, Olivia: she'd once cheated on him but remained a part of their mutual circle of friends, and you and Justin had since become a couple.

The evening was fun: songs on the stereo, a hearty dinner. The boys ran off to go swimming. Justin kissed you on the cheek and dove into the water with a squeal. When the others returned, he was gone. Your best friend reassured you: "He's over there with Olivia on the shore, arguing again." You rushed to the lake.

Running up, you froze: Olivia was kissing Justin. A sharp pain flared in your chest, and a veil clouded your vision. You backed away and ran toward the fire. "Take me home," you asked Justin's best friend dryly. He glanced at the shore and understood everything.

In fact, Justin immediately pushed her away: "Are you completely insane? I don't love you!" He noticed your retreating figure and rushed after you, but Olivia clung to him with a death grip. You were already in the car. The engine hummed softly, and the car moved off. Headlights flashed in the rearview mirror—Justin's black car was racing after you. Your friend accelerated. And the next moment, there was a deafening crash and the screech of brakes. Justin's car flew into a ditch, flipping several times. You screamed.