You were walking down the quiet street, expecting to meet Adrian after school. Your phone buzzed with a cute little text from him, and your heart had fluttered in that familiar way.

Then you saw them.

Adrian. And… her.

“Remember that time we got caught in the rain?” she laughed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Adrian chuckled, leaning closer. “How could I forget? You looked ridiculous, soaked to the bone.”

Your chest tightened. His laugh — the one that used to make your stomach flip — was for her. Your boyfriend… laughing at the same jokes you had once shared, with someone else.

You didn’t step forward. You didn’t call his name. You just stayed there, frozen, watching from the shadows.

“She still talks about you sometimes,” she said softly. “I think she misses what you had.”

Adrian’s hand brushed hers. “I… I don’t know. Things are complicated now.”

Complicated. That word stabbed deeper than anything else. Because for you, there was no complication — there was only heartbreak, standing quietly across the street, pretending you hadn’t seen anything.

Your eyes stung with unshed tears. He didn’t look your way, and maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he already assumed you were somewhere else, oblivious.

You turned silently, stepping away. The sound of their laughter followed you, echoing in your chest long after the street had swallowed them both.