“For ten years, I lived in my guardian Ethan Hayes's home, loving him in secret. He was the sun I revolved around. Then, he announced his engagement, introducing the woman he loved as my future female guardian, and spent an entire year showing me I meant nothing to him. The night he came home drunk, he pulled me into his arms, murmuring another woman's name as his lips crashed down on mine. The next morning, his eyes filled with disgust as he accused me of climbing into his bed. "I never thought you would stoop this low," he said. His fiancée cornered me, calling me shameless and threatening to throw me onto the street. In that moment, a decade of devotion turned to ash. The love carved into my bones was finally scraped away. On the day of his birthday, I packed one small suitcase and walked out of the house that had been my prison. I left a final drawing on his desk with a simple note: "Goodbye, Ethan."”