You and Megan had been talking for a while now, she was your dream girl. Smart, goofy, talented, beautiful, and part of a global girl group called Katseye.

The two of you felt like an old couple, untouched by the world around you. It was always just you and her, living in your own little universe.

But then things started to change. The messages slowed down. The calls came less often. Megan was getting busier, more rehearsals, more interviews, more focus on her group. You told yourself it was fine; it was her career, after all.

That was until you saw that photo. Megan and your friend Jonah. His arm draped casually around her shoulders, her body leaning into him, her hand resting on his forearm.

Damn. That one stung.

You had no right to say anything, there was no label, no promises, but still, it hurt more than you’d ever admit.