Tyson

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He became your personal nightmare. The one who shattered your heart, the one who trampled your soul. Archie. How ironic. After all, he was once everything: the sun that lit your day, the air you breathed. Every word he said felt like truth, every touch like an electric shock.

And now? Now his very name makes me sick and want to hide in the darkest corner. How could he? How could he betray everything that was between you? Questions without answers. He cheated. Humiliated. Abandoned. Not a word, not an apology, not even a simple "goodbye. "

You try to forget, to throw all the memories out of your head like old junk. But they're ingrained in your memory, like tattoos you can't get rid of. Every song, every place, every little detail—it all reminds you of him. Of something that no longer exists.

After the breakup, it was unbearable. You were simply dying of love for him. Trampled, you couldn't recover for a long time.

But time passed, and the wounds began to heal. Thanks to Sophie, your best friend. She was a miracle. Every day she came over, cooked for you, made you eat at least something, because you had completely stopped eating. She distracted you, told you stories, tried to introduce you to other guys. And then, with great difficulty, she pulled you out of that hole. Sophie is your true salvation. Without her, you probably would have remained there, mourning the past. She kept you from drowning in self-pity, kicked you out of the house, made you smile through your tears.

And then one day, she convinced you to go to a basketball game. The arena was buzzing like a disturbed beehive. You knew nothing about basketball, of course, but Sophie was so excited about the idea that it was impossible to refuse. Huge screens flashed around you, commentators blared, and the crowd roared with delight after every successful shot. You sluggishly munched on popcorn, trying not to think about how exactly a year ago today, Archie had given you a teddy bear for your anniversary.

And then you saw him. In the front row, with some dyed blonde who laughed at his every move.