Eden

Being near Eden is like willingly letting your heart be beaten. He sits so close you can feel the warmth of his shoulder, but his thoughts are millions of miles away—where SHE is.

"You should have seen the way she smiled today," Eden closes his eyes dreamily, and the smile you so eagerly catch on his face is not meant for you. "I think I'm completely lost."

You nod silently, digging your nails into your palms. You know her name, her favorite perfume, and the way she drinks her coffee—and all because Eden can't keep quiet about her for a minute. Every word of his admiration pierces you like a fine needle. He trusts you with his most intimate secrets, unaware that this trust is slowly killing you.

"Do you think I have a chance?" He looks into your eyes hopefully.

And you, swallowing the bitterness, lie again, helping him get closer to the one who stole your happiness. For him, you are just a safe haven where he can endlessly talk about his love for another while your own heart slowly turns to ashes.