INFINITY LOVER THE SECRET LOVE

Time was slipping away like sand, but for Alex, the clock seemed frozen. His friends, once his partners in aimless wandering, were moving on. Some had cleared their exams, others were dreaming of college. Every time he visited their homes, he felt the sting of rejection. Their parents would practically shoo him away from the door, treating him like a contagious disease. They feared his laziness would rot their own children's futures. Slowly, the phone calls stopped, and his messages remained unread. Alex was left alone with his undisputed queen—his bed. From the school hallways to his own doorstep, only one word echoed: "Failure." "You're worthless," "You're a burden," "Your life is a zero"—these weren't just insults anymore; they became his identity. Alex didn't lack talent, but his flaws were like termites, eating away at his potential. He would panic at the smallest tasks, and every minor problem felt like an unclimbable mountain. As the loneliness grew and even gaming lost its spark, an old friend entered his life—someone who had dropped out years ago and was labeled a "lost cause" by society. He introduced Alex to a path that left no stone unturned in destroying him. Alex became a slave to "Cheap Dopamine." Whenever he felt depressed, bored, or crushed by his parents' taunts, he would lock his door. Porn and m**********n became his only escape. He thought he was numbing his pain, but in reality, he was draining his last bit of willpower. He was trapped in a cycle of instant pleasure followed by intense self-loathing. Each time, the shame pushed him deeper into the abyss. He wasn't just lazy anymore; he was hollow, rotting from the inside out with no will to find the key to his cage As days bled into weeks, Alex's physical state began to mirror his decaying soul. He was wasting away. The addiction to porn and m**********n wasn't just a habit anymore; it was a parasite. He grew pale and thin, his eyes sunken into hollow sockets. His body became so weak that even the simplest tasks felt like physical torture. But the worst part was his mind. The "Cheap Dopamine" had fried his brain. He became incredibly forgetful; the little knowledge he had left from school vanished. He was like a ghost haunting his own life—hollow, mindless, and completely broken. His parents' desperation turned into pure, cold resentment. They stopped caring. They stopped serving him food with love. The house was filled with the sound of their screams and his father's disgusted stares. But Alex had a dangerous defense mechanism—every time he felt the sting of their words or the weight of his own misery, he would retreat into his room, lock the door, and drown himself in porn. It was a vicious cycle: the more they hated him, the more he destroyed himself. Then came the turning point. His parents had to attend a wedding out of town, but they didn't take Alex. They didn't trust him to represent the family, so they left him behind like a watchdog. That was when his "friend"—the one who had introduced him to this filth—arrived. This boy wasn't a friend; he was a predator. He filled Alex's head with twisted thoughts about women and the world, further rotting his morality. While Alex was out wandering with him, his house was robbed. The thieves took his mother's jewelry—the little wealth they had saved—and every last bit of cash. When Alex returned to a ransacked home, terror gripped his heart. But the real storm hit when his parents returned. The silence in the house was deadlier than any scream. His mother's eyes, once full of hope, were now empty. "From this day on, you are not my son," she whispered through tears. His father, consumed by a volcanic rage, disowned him on the spot. He was treated like a criminal in his own home—a prisoner of his own failures. Even that "friend" started showing his true colors. He tried to trap Alex in petty crimes—stealing, threatening kids, and framing Alex for his own misdeeds. For the first time, through the haze of his addiction, Alex felt a flicker of clarity. He realized this boy was his ruin. He saw the abyss he was standing over and realized that if he didn't cut this tie, he would never see the light again. With a trembling heart, Alex made his first real choice in years: He had to leave this "friend" and the darkness behind. But the question remained—was there anything left of him to save?Alex stood before his so-called friend, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and despair. "My house was robbed because of you! Everyone in the neighborhood looks at me like I'm a criminal. They think I'm the thief, while you're the one pulling the strings. I'm done. I don't want to be with you anymore!" The friend didn't flinch. He just smirked, a cold, predatory glint in his eyes. "Fine, Alex. Don't stay. I just thought we'd go out, have some fun... but if you want to rot in that silent house of yours, be my guest."