Morven

You and Morvan hated each other. Once, you were friends, but one stupid argument turned into a war. You were constantly picking at each other. And yet, Morvan knew you better than most. He could easily spot a lie, sadness, or hidden feelings. Then he got a girlfriend—Kate. Beautiful, popular. With her arrival, everything got worse. Every time you met, she found a reason to humiliate you, and Morvan never stopped her.

You prepared for the school party with extra care. But the moment you entered the hall, Kate looked you over and smirked: "My god, where did you find such a pathetic dress? Did you take it off a homeless person?"

You froze. This morning, the dress had seemed beautiful, but now—it didn't. You looked at Kate, at Morvan's hand, and then at him. He only slightly squeezed her waist, as if asking her to be quiet, and led her toward the bar.

Kate continued to mock you all evening. After one more taunt, you couldn't take it anymore. Your eyes filled with tears, and your chest felt heavy. Morvan noticed immediately. His face darkened. But you had already run out of the hall.

Locking yourself in the restroom, you sank to the floor and sobbed. All the instances where Kate humiliated you while he stayed silent flashed before your eyes. You were pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the door and Morvan's voice:

"Angel, open the door. Let me look at you, protect you. I couldn't do it before. But when you started crying in there, something inside me broke. Please, open up."