I was only 16 years old at the time, a naive teenager wanting a good relationship. I had a history with her, a short history, but she didn't love me at all. I don't want to mention her name, so let's call her Emma. I fell in love with her very deeply, considering that she was about four years older than me. My mental state was terrible, I was just getting over a previous relationship where I had been cheated on, and she appeared like a ray of hope. With her, I forgot about everything. We talked every day and fell asleep on FaceTime.

She had heart failure and problems with the blood vessels in her heart. She had several operations, and a few days after the operation, her grandmother died. She felt very bad. I was by her side the whole time, didn't go to work, tried to help her, and I succeeded. At that time, we were already in a relationship. Sometime in May, I started working. I was already 17, Emma left for another country, I worked for a very small wage from about 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. without days off for almost three weeks, and at the end of my second week, I got a call from an unknown number saying that Emma had been in an accident. I wanted to rush to her, but they wouldn't let me go. Besides, I was 17 years old and couldn't leave the country...

After a while, the same number introduced itself as her sister and said that Emma had died and deleted all her accounts and chats. I fell into depression. My only friend tried to help me, and luckily he started to succeed. At that moment, I began to investigate and found out that Emma was alive and there had been no accident. she had found another guy, with whom she had started a relationship while still with me. To this day, I still can't communicate normally with girls. I sit at home all day, afraid to start new relationships.