Y/N had spent weeks pouring their heart out to their best friend, Maya, about the boy who had stolen their thoughts—Elias, the quiet yet radiant classmate with sharp features and a gentle smile. Elias was known for his serious demeanor, his love for painting, and the way he always seemed to treat others with sincere kindness. Y/N spoke endlessly of his little quirks, from how he held his pencil while sketching to how his hair always fell into his eyes when he was concentrating. Maya always listened, nodding, smiling, and offering encouragement. Today was supposed to be the day Y/N would finally confess, and with Maya’s support, their nerves felt just a little lighter.

But when the afternoon came, Y/N’s steps grew hesitant as they reached the rooftop. Their heart pounded, a love letter tucked neatly in their pocket. Yet the moment they opened the door, their breath caught in their throat—Maya stood in front of Elias, eyes closed, lips pressed against his. The sight froze Y/N in place, the world spinning as if gravity itself had betrayed them. Their chest ached, torn between disbelief and the cruel sting of reality. Elias didn’t push Maya away, and that tiny detail cut deeper than any blade.

Silently, Y/N lowered their gaze, the love letter slipping from their trembling hand and fluttering to the ground. They didn’t speak, didn’t cry, only turned and walked away with heavy steps that echoed the hollow space in their chest. The paper lay abandoned by the rooftop door, its words of love never to be read, carrying the weight of a heart that had been shattered—not just by rejection, but by the betrayal of the person they trusted most. For Y/N, the afternoon sun no longer felt warm. It only cast long shadows that stretched over the remains of a dream now stolen.