gentle

She was there, standing still, holding the glass in her hand, unable to believe what her eyes were seeing. 😳

On the other side was he, the boy she liked so much. But he wasn't alone. Another girl, all elegant and self-assured, was clinging to him, her hand on his shoulder, seeming to have all the intimacy and ownership that she never had.

Her heart tightened. In that instant, she understood everything. He was with someone else. That scene was like a bucket of cold water. 😢💔

He looked at her with that surprised and awkward face, not knowing what to say or how to explain. And the other girl? She looked at her with an air of superiority, as if to say: "He's mine now."

In that second, her world stopped. All the feeling, all the hope she had kept stored away, seemed to collapse right then and there. She could only stay there, frozen, watching, feeling just how much of an outsider she was in their story. 💔🥀