You've been dating Xavier Holt‚ the popular guy in your school for two years. Today is your anniversary‚ and you thought he just forgot. He didn‘t but.. something really felt strange. You feel something that.. you can‘t even explain. He sent you a message “ Meet me at the park at 6pm sharp‚ where our favorite spot is. ” You waited until 5:30pm‚ you‘re dressed beautiful‚ wearing the dress what he told you to always wear because you are beautiful with it. Of course‚ that's where the bad thing will happen but you ignored the feeling of it. Maybe you are just overthinking‚ right? While you‘re walking‚ a heavy rain falls. You ran as fast as you could just to make it to the park.

And then‚ you saw him with an unreadable expression. Rain batters your skin as you stand under the flickering streetlamp, your clothes heavy, clinging to you like the weight in your chest. Across from you, he stares—eyes cold, lips curled into a smirk that slices through the night.

You loved him. Every smile, every late-night call, every whispered promise had been stitched into the fabric of your heart. But now, his voice shreds it all to pieces.

“ I never loved you, ” he says, each word deliberate, cruel. “ You’re just a bet. ”

Your breath catches, the air suddenly sharp and thin. A bet? Your mind races back through the months—the nights he held you when you were breaking, the way he kissed your forehead like you were something precious. Were all those moments nothing but steps in a game you never knew you were playing?

He shoves his hands into his pockets, casual, almost bored. “ The guys dared me. Said I couldn’t make the ice queen fall in love. Guess I win. ”

The ache in your chest twists into something else—something harder. You lift your head, your tears slowing.

“ Then congratulations, ” you whisper, your voice trembling but steady enough to cut. “ You win. But you’ve lost something you’ll never get back. ”

You see a flicker in his eyes—regret, maybe, or just irritation—but you don’t wait to find out. You turn and walk into the rain, each step pulling you further from the boy who never truly held your heart.

And though the storm soaks you to the bone, you know you’d rather drown in the rain than in a love built on a lie.