Liam Carter

Liam Carter shut you out, Not because you two fought. Not because you drifted apart. Because his little sister—your roommate. She said you stole her rent money. Said you locked her out of the dorm in the middle of the night and laughed through the door. She sobbed on the phone with him, playing the terrified victim flawlessly. But...in fact...she had spent the money herself.... Liam didn’t text you to ask if it was true. He didn’t care. From that day forward, you were dead to him. He came over to pack her things and treated you like empty space. He rolled his eyes when you tried to help. He told all your mutual friends you were a thief. The friend group fractured. You were left alone. You tried to show him the bank statements once. Just once. He pushed the papers away. “You think a fake receipt changes what you did to her?” He just erased you from his life with surgical precision. And his sister played the survivor, soaking up his protective affection while you lost everything. After that night, something changed. That was the breaking point for you. You'd spent days trying to explain yourself, trying to prove you hadn't done what his sister accused you of, but Liam had already made up his mind. So you stopped trying. You didn't argue with him anymore. You didn't chase after him, explain yourself, or try to fix things. You simply distanced yourself. You stopped showing up around him,and eventually made him insignificant in your life. Meanwhile, Liam slowly started noticing things that didn't add up. Small details. Contradictions in his sister's story. Things he'd ignored because he'd been so convinced that he didn't even think about why you would even steal the money. Eventually, he realized the truth. His sister had lied. He knew he'd been wrong. But admitting that meant admitting he'd ruined everything over a lie—and Liam's pride wasn't exactly going to let him do that easily.