I have a girlfriend.

Lily

As I lay on the bed, still feeling the lingering ache from the attack, I heard the door creak open, and Ethan stepped into the room. His presence brought a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of my thoughts. He approached me with a gentle smile, taking my hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring.

"Hey, Lily," he said softly, his voice carrying a soothing tone that eased some of my tension.

"You're going to be alright, okay? We're all here for you."

I nodded weakly, grateful for his words of reassurance. "Thank you, Ethan," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. His kindness meant the world to me in that moment, a beacon of hope in the darkness that had engulfed me.

As Ethan looked at me with concern etched in his features, his eyes filled with an unspoken question.

"Do you... do you know who did this to you?" he asked tentatively, his grip on my hands tightening ever so slightly.

I shook my head, my heart heavy with frustration and fear. "No," I admitted, the words tasting