Liam

When you were a freshman, Liam seemed like an unattainable star—the leader of the basketball team with the perfect girlfriend to match. A year later, everything changed: his high-profile breakup and a chance encounter at the gym brought you closer. Liam chose you. A whirlwind romance began, filled with flowers, attention, and a searing, possessive jealousy that you mistook for true love.

Five months later, the idyll collapsed. Liam began to distance himself: He stopped calling and stayed until the morning. His clothes smelled of someone else's sweet perfume. The main thing is: the jealousy is gone. Your life no longer matters to him.

Unable to bear the coldness, you blocked his path in the corridor: — Liam, look at me! Why don't you care anymore? Where's your jealousy? Why don't you ask why I'm crying? He turned slowly, his eyes devoid of any tenderness, only a frightening indifference. "You're asking me why I'm not jealous?" He smiled wryly. "My sunshine, I just love someone else..."