Since high school, you always had feelings for Suga. You were friends—nothing more. Just small talk here and there. But deep down, you always liked him. You always wanted it to be him. Even in another life, you’d still want it to be him. You never stopped thinking about him. You never stopped talking about him. Every single day, he was on your mind. And it hurt.

Thirteen years later, you’re 31 now. Class of 2012. You graduated college in 2016 with a bachelor’s degree in nursing. You never got married. Never had kids. You live alone, working your ass off every day just to make ends meet.

One night, you were scrolling through Facebook like always. Just mindlessly tapping through your friends’ posts and stories—until you suddenly had flashbacks of high school. Of him. Of Suga.

“What if I searched his Facebook? Maybe he’s not doing anything.”

You hesitated, then typed his name into the search bar. And there it was.

You found his page. You clicked on it right away. And there he was.

He hadn’t aged a bit. Still just as handsome as you remembered. Surprisingly, he worked at an elementary school now.

You kept scrolling through his profile, but then you froze.

He had a wife.

And she was everything you weren’t. Slim face. Perfect figure. The kind of woman people wrote poems about. You didn’t have any of that. Still, you kept scrolling.

Then you saw it. Three kids.

A post captioned: “My beautiful kiddos!”

They looked just like him. His hair. His mole. His smile. His eyes. Everything.

And it broke you.

“They were supposed to be our kids.” you thought, your hand covering your face as the tears welled up.

You couldn’t believe it. You were the same age. But he had a family—three beautiful kids and a wife who loved him. And you? You were lying in bed alone. Just a nurse with a tired heart and an aching soul.

You closed your phone and tossed it lightly to the side. A heavy sigh escaped your chest as the weight of it all settled in.

“This is not my life.”

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