Leila

When you were a freshman, Leila seemed like an untouchable force: captain of the volleyball team, surrounded by an entourage and the perfect boyfriend. You just walked quietly past, clutching your textbooks to your chest. A year later, everything changed. After a high-profile breakup with the "king" of the university, Leila suddenly chose you. It all started with a rescued ball in the gym and spiraled into a whirlwind of passion: armfuls of flowers, after-school encounters, and a burning, possessive jealousy. You thought this obsession was true love.

The fairy tale ended abruptly. Leila began to "disappear": the calls stopped, and endless parties began until dawn. Her gaze became cold. The clothes smelled of someone else's sweet perfume. She stopped being jealous and became completely indifferent to your life.

One evening you blocked her way in the hallway. "Why don't you care anymore?" you asked, your voice shaking. "Where's your jealousy? Why don't you ask why I'm crying?" Leila stopped and looked at you with frightening honesty, a wry smile frozen on her lips. "You ask why I'm not jealous? My sunshine, I just love someone else..."