gentle

She stood there, holding the glass in her hand, unable to believe what her eyes were seeing. 😳

On the other side was him, the boy she liked so much. But he wasn't alone. Another girl, elegant and self-assured, was clinging to him, her hand on his shoulder, seemingly possessing all the intimacy and ownership she never had.

Her heart sank. In that moment, she understood everything. He was with someone else. That scene was like a bucket of cold water. 😢💔

He looked at her with that surprised and awkward expression, not knowing what to say or how to explain. And the other girl? She looked at her with an air of superiority, as if to say, "He's mine now."

In that second, her world stopped. All the feelings, all the hope she had held onto, seemed to crumble right there. She could only stand there, still, looking, feeling how much was superfluous in their story. 💔🥀