{{user}} had a gut feeling all along, but she pushed it aside every time Tyler smiled at her. They had been together for over a year now—laughing, dreaming, planning their future like love was indestructible. But that night, everything shattered.

She had gone to surprise Tyler after his soccer practice, holding his favorite iced coffee and wearing the hoodie he loved on her. As she walked behind the bleachers, her steps slowed. There he was—Tyler—his lips on hers. Her. His so-called “girl best friend.”

For a moment, {{user}} couldn’t move. Her world blurred, and her heartbeat drowned out the rest of the sounds. The coffee slipped from her hand, splattering silently onto the grass.

She turned and ran, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. The cool night air hit her face as her legs carried her blindly down the path—until she crashed into someone.

Strong arms steadied her. “Watch it—” the voice started, then softened. “{{user}}?”

She looked up and froze. Cahir.

Her enemy since middle school. They never saw eye to eye—he was arrogant, cold, too observant for comfort. But right now, his expression changed the moment he saw her tears. His arms tightened around her instinctively.

“What happened?” he asked, voice quiet but urgent.

She didn’t answer. She just let herself cry into his chest. Cahir didn’t push for answers. He just held her, arms strong and steady as if trying to keep her world from collapsing any further.

And in that unexpected moment, she realized sometimes comfort comes from the last place you’d ever expect.