SHE DIED THAT DAY

⚠️TW: Emotional distress, psychological pain ˚. ᵎᵎ

Writer's note �' Anyone can be this 

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She hated boys. Not because she had fallen in love ever or get betrayed. She just had an aversion with boys. She don’t talk boys not in real life nor online.
�"�n innocent pure heart she had.

When she first stepped into the outer world, everything felt new �" thrilling, yet uncertain. She began to learn about people, emotions, and choices. But even in her curiosity, she knew her limits. She kept her distance from things that could disturb her peace �" especially from boys.

This part of her school life began with what seemed like a harmless friendship, but turned out to be something that tested her innocence. She met a girl �" a friend, or perhaps a disguised snake. That girl never wished her well, though she couldn’t see it then. Innocent as she was, she never imagined people her age could be so manipulative.

Soon, she was surrounded by peer pressure �" friends whispering about boyfriends, teasing, daring. She ignored it all, choosing her calm over chaos. But one day, that same friend introduced her to a boy. It was the first time she had ever talked to one. She made it clear �" “We can be friends, but nothing more.” The boy agreed.

Over time, they grew close. Their conversations became longer, their laughter more frequent. Her friends teased her endlessly, but she kept denying everything �" because truly, they were just friends… until they weren’t.

Coming from a strict family �" the kind where freedom is measured and laughter is often whispered �" she knew love was forbidden. Yet she dared to feel it. She dared to love. And she did, with all her heart. He loved her too, or so it seemed.

She belonged to a well-off, traditional family �" the kind that believed daughters should be protected by rules and silence. Being a girl in that house meant living within boundaries. She was allowed to step out only for school, and from school, straight back home. No hangouts, no visits, no freedom. Just the rhythm of study and return.

Still, love has its own ways of breaking barriers. Within few months, the two were no longer just friends �" they were a couple. They shared stolen moments through messages, hidden calls, and rare glimpses. Every small exchange felt like a rebellion, every smile like a secret promise. She used to meet him with a risk of bunk school, she knew if she got caught she is done. Her studies, her school, her phone everything She will lose. They had met 2�"3 times. Time passed. Almost six months later, they decided to meet again �" unaware that fate was already watching. That day, they finally saw each other, but their happiness didn’t last long. Her parents found them.

When she was brought home, everything changed. The warmth of love was replaced by the cold sting of punishment. She was slapped, screamed at, starved for days. Her phone was taken away, her freedom buried under guilt.

Her parents didn’t stop her studies �" they didn’t want the world to know what had happened �" but they made sure her every breath was watched. Her tuitions were closed. From that day, either her father or mother would personally drop her at school and bring her back. Every step outside home was under their eyes.

She lived through a silent hell, but she never gave up. Somewhere deep inside, she kept a small flame of hope alive �" the belief that he was still with her, that he would never leave. For him, for their bond, she endured it all.

Days turned into months. Every harsh word, every angry glance from her family, she swallowed quietly. And still, she studied, smiled when she had to, and kept her love hidden in her heart.

Almost ten months later, she did something small but brave. She collected every bit of her pocket money, saving secretly, patiently. And one day, she bought a new phone �" not for herself, but for them.

Through that little screen, she found her lost world again. They talked �" carefully, quietly, always aware of the risks. She made sure her parents never found out.

And then came the day they had both waited for �" their one-year anniversary.

It was supposed to be a beautiful day �" their one-year anniversary. She had planned to wish him softly, to make him feel the same warmth she had carried through months of silence and suffering. But fate had other plans.

That morning, her phone buzzed. It wasn’t him. It was an anonymous message �" “Leave him. Don’t talk to him. He’s my boyfriend. I know about you. When you weren’t in contact, we used to talk late at night. We shared pictures, we shared secrets �" he’s mine. Just f**k off, you stupid girl.”

Her hands trembled. Her heart refused to believe. She immediately asked the boy, desperate for a reason, for some truth to hold onto. He denied everything �" said he didn’t even know who that person was. But the messages kept coming. The anonymous girl sent details only he could have known, memories that belonged to him. Each text stabbed deeper into her chest.

Still, he continued to deny. He turned the blame around. “Maybe it’s you,” he said coldly. “Maybe you’re the one making fake accounts to test me.”

She was speechless. Broken. There was even a friend of his who knew everything between them �" she thought maybe he was behind it, jealous of what they had. Or maybe… it was a trap. Maybe the boy himself had created that fake account just to find a way out.

Everything blurred. Every memory of laughter, every moment of love felt poisoned.

And then, before ending it all, he said the words that would echo in her heart for years:

“A girl like you, who can ditch her parents for me, can ditch me too. S**t like you.”

That was the end. Not just of love, but of innocence, of belief.

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