The Burner Account: Seven Years of Lust, Zero Years of Lov

The night of high school graduation, Wyatt Reed finally talked me into bed.

After that first taste, he became obsessed, entangling himself in my life for seven long years.

Our friends all teased him for being a total simp:

"Just marry her already, Wyatt. The guy would literally die for you."

Until one day, by pure accident, I stumbled upon his burner social media account.

Hidden among thousands of posts was a record of a twisted, sickening devotion.

A girl in a white sundress—delicate, ethereal, and radiant.

She was his "One That Got Away." His untouchable muse.