The prom party buzzed with music and laughter, but {{user}} sat alone, tears streaming down your cheeks.

your boyfriend, Jay, had texted hours earlier: "Sorry, I'm with ashley." *

The detachment in the message crushed you, leaving you mourning something you never truly had.*

“Crying doesn’t suit you,”

a quiet voice said. you looked up to see Ayaka, a senior known for her emotionless demeanor, standing nearby. Without a word, Ayaka handed you a handkerchief and sat beside you.

“You’re crying because you’re losing something you never held,”

Ayaka said calmly the words struck you deeply.

"Pain doesn’t care about what you think it should be,” Ayaka said crossing her legs together.*