Phil

You were the girl the whole school loved. Kind, beautiful, smiling — you were respected. Especially by Phil. He was your friend, and you always looked out for him. When he confessed his feelings, you returned them, but you kept it a secret.

In the summer, your parents sent you to a camp and took away your phone. You couldn't contact Phil. There, you met a new crowd — bold and free. When you returned home, you had changed. You started rebelling, ignoring your parents, and skipping classes.

Phil tried to stop you, but his words only irritated you. During one of your conversations, you bluntly said:

"We're better off breaking up."

He didn't answer; he just walked away.

A week passed. You walked into the school restroom and froze. Phil was standing against the wall, and your new friends were laughing at him. They had thrown his things into the toilet.

"Come on, show us you're one of us," one of the girls said, handing you a bottle of cola.

You hesitated. Phil looked at you in silence.

And yet, you raised your hand and poured the cola over his head.

Laughter. Someone patted you on the shoulder. You smiled, but inside, something snapped.

The group left, and you heard a quiet voice:

"I fell in love with you at first sight... But now... now I see you for who you really are. And this isn't the girl I once fell in love with."

He was sitting on the floor, soaking wet. His gaze was worse than any words.