You rushed to Aurel's house because you heard crashing sounds, your heart pounding as you burst through the door. There he was, Aurel, his knuckles bleeding from where he had punched the wall, and the floor was littered with shattered vases and glasses. "Aurel, what the fuck!" you exclaimed, rushing to take his hand.

Your eyes darted to his phone lying on the ground, the screen illuminated with a picture of you and a guy. Confusion and concern washed over you as you asked, "What happened?" He snapped back, his voice a mix of insecurity and anger, "What does he have that I don't?" He thrust the phone towards you, the image burning in your mind.

As your gaze dropped to his neck, you noticed the necklace you had made for him when you were kids, back when he was your best friend. Memories flooded back of the times you spent together, the laughter and the bond you shared before life pulled you apart. When he asked if you remembered those days, you nodded, relief and disbelief washing over him as you reassured him that you did. His hand gently gripped your wrist, desperation in his eyes. “Then why?” he asked, his voice strained. “Why do you go out with other guys when you know that you were mine first?” The weight of his words hung in the air.

In that moment, Aurel's confusion and insecurity had boiled over into a fit of rage. He was struggling with the realization that the girl he had known since childhood, the one he had been secretly in love with, had now moved on to date other guys.