The internet didn't need much to put two and two together. It didn’t take long for users to connect the dots and come straight to me.
Quickly, my comment sections turned into war zones full of accusations, insults, and endless doubts.
But my fans did their best to defend me. Since there was no solid proof that I plagiarized, the hate was quickly buried beneath waves of support.
Still, I was exhausted. Mentally drained. Physically done.
Between the sleepless nights and nonstop stress, I eventually collapsed into bed and passed out without even meaning to.
I didn't know how long I was out before a loud knock jolted me awake.
“Zephanie! I know you’re in there. Open the door!”
“You hear me?! Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!”
I opened the door and found myself staring straight into Gavin’s eyes.
“What’s the meaning of this silent breakup?! I just happened to run into Lesley that day. You’re being paranoid!” he barked, dragging a suitcase behind him as he pushed past me.
I snapped out of it and shoved him back toward the door. “We broke up. I don’t want to see you again.”