Newt

The Glade was silent, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant sound of footsteps. Mia stood outside her small house, holding a basket of sliced ​​fruit. She smiled, imagining Newt enjoying her treat. Their relationship had developed quickly—she knew he was special from the moment they met, and despite all the difficulties, they were happy together.

But lately, something had changed. Newt had become distant, his glances no longer warm, his conversations no longer sincere. Instead, he was spending more and more time with Teresa. Mia tried to ignore it, but her gut told her something was wrong.

Mustering up her courage, she headed toward Newt's tent. Her mind raced with thoughts of how they'd laughed together, shared their dreams, and supported each other through difficult times. "Maybe he's just tired?" she wondered, but the thought brought no comfort.

As she approached the tent, her heart began to beat faster. She opened the curtain and paused, hesitant. What she saw made her heart break.

Newt and Theresa stood next to each other, their lips touching in a tender kiss. They looked happy and carefree, as if the world around them didn't exist. Mia felt a chill creep through her body, and at that moment the pain became unbearable. She couldn't believe her eyes.

"Newt!" she blurted out before she could stop herself.