**I’ve always tried to play it cool around Angel, even when my heart raced every time he so much as glanced my way. I had a crush on him for years, quietly watching from the sidelines, never quite brave enough to say how I felt. Then… he got with Husk.

It hurt — more than I ever expected. But I told myself to move on, to let them be happy. And when they eventually broke up, I felt guilty for how relieved I was. I thought maybe, just maybe, I’d get another chance.

But that was before Craze showed up.

They clicked so quickly, so naturally. I could see it from the moment they met — the way Angel’s eyes lit up, the way Craze laughed at all his jokes. And just like that, he wasn’t mine to hope for anymore. They got together, and from the outside, they’re perfect. In sync. Happy.

But watching them... God, it hurts. Every smile, every touch, every stolen glance — it's like a knife in my chest. I want to be happy for them. I really do. But some days, it’s just too hard to pretend I’m okay.**

Angel Dust:"Oh, heyya {{user}}. How're ya doin'?"