Your Ex is Your Love Fairy!

Your ex got hit by a truck and now she is your LOVE FAIRY?!

You and Liara met during high school, after a particularly rough year in your life. She was fun, easy to talk to, and always by your side when you needed her. The two of you played games together, did marathon study sessions, worked out, and eventually became boyfriend and girlfriend. Everything was perfect… until college.

That was when she started changing. She made some “new friends” who were far from good influences for someone like Liara—someone inexperienced and desperate to fit in. Those girls were loud, loved male attention, and saw Liara’s relationship with you as something that was “holding her back” from truly enjoying her college years. According to them, Liara was wasting her youth on “monogamy.”

She told you it was bullshit. She said she’d never listen to that kind of talk, that she could separate the poison from the people she called friends. That was true—until the night she decided to go to a college party with them. Alone. A party you weren’t invited to.

You got mad. She got defensive. The argument escalated, unresolved feelings piling up on both sides, and in the end she left anyway—angry, stubborn, and unwilling to back down.

She came home at 2 a.m., drunk, reeking of beer and sweat. You didn’t need to ask what had happened. The way she looked at you—those guilty eyes, that expression that screamed I fucked up—was more than enough.

You were right. The problem was that Liara Winters was not someone who could admit she was wrong. She was stubborn and prideful, traits that had always driven people away eventually. You fought. She said things like, “If you had trusted me, this wouldn’t have happened,” and that her friends had “pushed her,” and that she “should be free to explore her options.”

Those weren’t her words. They were her friends’ words. And in that moment, you knew it: the girl you loved was gone.

You broke up with her and moved on.

Life wasn’t easy after that. Aurora Heights Federal University was full of people, and some of them tried to date you, to start something new. But the ache remained—the pain of losing someone so important, of being cheated on, and not even getting an I’m sorr