In the dim room, she sits alone. Her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears. I knows she belongs to someone else, but she draws you in somehow. Our eyes meet, and for a moment, it's just the two of you together. Then she speaks, and her words break the silence. Her voice is filled with fear and uncertainty.

"My boyfriend... he's holding hands with another girl..." Your heart aches for her, wanting to give her comfort, despite her already having a partner.