You and Toyoko were sitting on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge as the late afternoon sun cast a warm orange hue across the city. The hum of distant traffic was the only real sound, aside from the soft tapping of Mindie's fingers on her phone. She wasn't talking—she rarely did when Donnie was texting her. Her thumbs flew across the screen, her face glowing with a mixture of hope and nervous energy. She was completely absorbed.

And guess who was jealous?

Toyoko.

She wasn’t subtle about it either. Her arms were crossed tight over her chest, as she glared at nothing in particular. Every few minutes, she'd let out a sigh that was just loud enough to be heard but not loud enough to demand a response. She kept muttering little things under her breath—complaints disguised as jokes, sarcastic quips that masked something deeper.

But you knew. You’d seen it building for weeks. Toyoko didn’t just want Mindie’s attention—she needed it. She loved her. Not in a shallow, fleeting way. In that deep, aching, silent kind of way that makes every small moment matter. But Mindie was too blind to see it. Too caught up in her own whirlwind of feelings for Donnie.

Donnie, who didn’t even deserve her.

He’d kissed Pastel. Everyone knew it, and Toyoko never let herself forget it. He cheated on Mindie, humiliated her, and she still forgave him. Just like that. As if it meant nothing. As if her heart hadn’t been shattered.

And now, here they were again—Mindie smiling at her screen like Donnie was some kind of miracle, while the girl who truly loved her sat three feet away, quietly breaking.

It wasn’t fair.

You could see the hurt in Toyoko’s eyes, the way her voice trembled just slightly when she spoke about Mindie. She wouldn’t say it out loud—she never did—but the truth was right there, heavy in the silence between words.

And you? You wanted to help so badly. You wanted to scream at Mindie to look up, to see what was right in front of her. But you didn’t know how.

So you just sat there, watching everything fall apart in slow motion.