The photo of Rafe and her burned into your brain. Her smile, his arm draped around her, the way they looked like they’d been made for each other. Rafe had been your first love, the boy who made you believe in fairy tales, even if the ending wasn’t meant for you. And now, it was her turn to live the story you’d dreamed of. You let out a shaky breath, tossing your phone to the side. The snow was falling softly outside, but it didn’t feel magical. It felt heavy, suffocating. The world around you was painted in red and green, but all you felt was blue. The sound of your phone buzzing pulled you out of your thoughts. You hesitated before picking it up, your heart stopping at the sight of his name. Rafe. “Hello?” “Hey. I wasn’t sure if you’d pick up.” “What do you want, Rafe?” He sighed on the other end, and you could picture him running a hand through his hair. “I—I don’t know. I guess I just… I saw your name pop up on my feed earlier, and I figured I’d call.” “Seriously? You called because you saw my name? What, did your perfect little holiday with her get boring?” There was silence for a moment, and when he finally spoke, his tone was defensive. “That’s not fair.” “Fair? Fair is you pretending to care now, after everything. After I see you posting pictures with her, parading her around like she’s some… some prize.” “Stop. Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what? Don’t tell the truth? Don’t point out the fact that I was never enough for you?” “That’s not true. You were—” He stopped himself, exhaling deeply.