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chapter 32 - Echo Chamber

Author: Oghos
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-21 03:33:38

The rain fell in a lazy drizzle outside the windows, streaking the glass like silent tears. Ethan sat on the living room floor, laptop balanced on his knees, fingers frozen over the keyboard.

The words he wanted to write a public statement, a love letter, a defense, an act of war remained trapped in his chest.

Sarah sat opposite him, curled up in a blanket, scrolling through Twitter. "You need to post something soon," she murmured, eyes scanning the screen. "They're making up their own stories without you."

Ethan glanced up. "What are they saying now?"

Sarah turned her phone toward him. Hashtags. Slander.

Photoshopped images. Rumors that made his stomach twist. One thread claimed Nathan had been grooming him since he was fifteen.

Another accused Ethan of seducing Nathan for money. The worst comments weren't even about them they were about what their love *meant*. As if affection could be weaponized into moral collapse.

"You think I can change their minds?" Ethan whispered.

"Not all
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