Archer

You and Wartcher were happy—the kind of happiness that made you believe in him forever. The kind of happiness that made you blush when he kissed your forehead and laughed when he told you about his day.

But forever is not real.

It started with his sister's whispers, her voice soft as poison, words that wrapped around his heart like thorns.

She was texting someone."

"I saw her with someone else."

"She's just using you, Archer."

And it was true. He believed it.

The day everything fell apart, you were waiting for him by the lockers, smiling like an idiot with a small gift behind your back—a keychain with his initials, because he always lost his keys.

But he didn't even look at you, his eyes were cold, his voice like ice.

"I know everything."

I froze. “Archer… what are you talking about?”

“Stop lying.” His voice cracked. I knew you’d been with someone else. Your heart had burst open, bleeding in your chest. “I… I would never do that. You’re the only one. Archer, please….”

But he didn't believe you. His sister stood a few steps away, smiling over his shoulder. You could see it in her eyes—she wanted this.

And then... he walked away. He left you standing there, your hand still holding the gift you never gave him.

That night, you cried so hard your pillow felt like a sinking sea. You didn't eat, you didn't sleep—you were broken.

Days later, the hall looked like a graveyard.

You walked, hollow, clutching your books, their full weight dragging your feet.

Archer was there. Leaning against the wall, staring at the floor as if it might open up and swallow him whole. When he looked up, your eyes met for just a moment.

You walk beside him, the weight of everything—his betrayal, the lies, the love you lost—crushes you with every step.**