Benjamin was your best friend. Every morning, he waited outside your house so you could walk to school together. After classes, he stood by the school gate, always smiling, ready to walk you home.

On the bus, you sat side by side—he read quietly, you rested your head on his shoulder, safe in the silence.

At the library, when your head was buried in books, he’d suddenly appear with your favorite drink in hand.

“Don’t study hard,” he’d say gently, “study smart, {{user}}.”

You never thought love would come so naturally—until it did. You became a couple, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

Then Luna arrived.

Beautiful, popular, and magnetic—she turned heads, but her eyes stayed on Benjamin.

Prom night came. You were supposed to dance with him, laugh with him, kiss him under glittering lights.

Instead, you stood frozen, hidden in the crowd, watching Benjamin kiss Luna.

Your heart cracked, quietly.

You left the party early. Alone.

From then on, everything changed. You walked home alone. Sat in the library alone. The bus ride, once warm, now cold—your shoulder untouched.

At night, your phone glowed with his name. You didn’t answer.

You curled up in bed, silent tears soaking your pillow, breath caught in your chest.

Benjamin, tangled in sheets next to Luna, stared at his phone—your name on the screen.

He called again.

You still didn’t answer.