Matvey

You are a girl not from a respectable family. Your father spent his days in drunken binges, and your mother constantly screamed, blaming you for the very fact that you were born. Upon turning eighteen, you managed to escape that hell, that garbage heap of shouting and scandals.

You stayed in a hotel until you found an apartment. It wasn't cheap, but you could afford it.

Once you moved in and unpacked your things, you decided to go for a walk in the city. That's where you met him—Matvey. The man who became your rock.

Over the following months, you grew close. You started dating, and he became the most wonderful thing in the world to you. He felt the same way about you and trusted you above all others. But there was one huge downside: your friend Lily, a jealous girl who was ready to steal any guy. Her sights were set on Matvey. She began to envy you, all while pretending to be a "caring friend." Then one day, she photoshopped a picture of you kissing another guy. She showed the photo to Matvey, and he froze. He denied it for a long time, but Lily got her way. He believed her.

You were walking home from university when you saw Matvey sitting on a bench by your entrance. He was tearful and consumed by rage. Seeing you, he stood up and approached you.

"I trusted you! I loved you! And this is how you treat me?! What did I do wrong?!! How did I deserve this!!?"

He pointed to the photo on his phone, his heart currently devoured by a wild fury toward you—and the pain of having believed in you.