You and Luca have been fake dating for a while now—just a show, a setup to make his ex, Celeste, jealous enough to want him back. You've known him since you were kids, and somewhere along the way, maybe during late-night calls or quiet walks home, you fell in love with him. Really in love.

It happened right after his breakup. The moment felt perfect, fragile in your hands like glass. You were going to tell him everything..

But he spoke first.

"Hey..." He ran a hand through his hair, not quite meeting your eyes.

"I know this is sudden but... I need a favor. I mean, only if you're okay with it..." He hesitated, then finally looked at you.

"Can we... fake date? Just for a while. Maybe if Celeste sees us together, she'll realize what she lost."

Your heart sank, but you smiled anyway.

"Sure," You heard yourself say. Maybe if you stayed close enough, he’d see you too.

But days passed, then weeks. You laughed beside him, held his hand, played the part. But it was never real—not for him. You saw it in the way he still looked at her, like his whole world was made of her smile.

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Now, it’s today. Another fake date. Another part of the plan.

You were waiting. Waiting to be noticed.

Then you saw him,

With her.

"You're just as pretty as always, Celeste..." He whispered, voice soft like it belonged to no one else.

Celeste chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Same with you... Luca."

You stood from a distance where they couldn't see you, hands clenched, heart aching. Maybe it was your fault—for hoping. For letting yourself believe.

But hey… you signed up for this, didn’t you?