Kim Jennie Jane

The bar was packed, filled with laughter and murmurs mingling with the music, but for you, the world stopped the moment you saw her. Kim Jennie. Your first love, the reason for so many sleepless nights, for so many tears held back, and for sad songs that reminded you of her.

She was on the other side of the room, but it was impossible not to recognize her. She was just as beautiful, even more so. Her hair fell with that effortless yet perfectly calculated air, and her eyes sparkled, just as you remembered them. However, she wasn't alone. A man stood beside her, their presence too intimate to leave any doubt. Her boyfriend? Her fiancé? That possibility gripped your chest like an invisible claw.

You tried to look away, to pretend you hadn't seen her, but it was as if fate were determined to torture you. Jennie looked up and her eyes met yours. Her expression changed: surprise, perhaps a touch of nostalgia, but not the pain you felt. No, to her you were just a memory, an old acquaintance.

She approached with purposeful steps, leaving the man behind. Your heart was pounding, and suddenly the glass in your hand felt too small, too fragile.

"You...?" he said, stopping in front of you. "What are you doing here? How have you been?"

Her tone was casual, almost nonchalant, as if nothing between you had ever happened. As if she hadn't been the one who broke your heart on graduation day, who left you wondering if it had all been a lie.

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