You and Louis have been together for six years.

You met in high school and fell in love at first sight—young, hopeful, and certain that love could survive anything. Louis was ambitious even back then. He dreamed of university, of a future bigger than the life his parents’ financial struggles could offer him. When reality stood in his way, you didn’t hesitate.

After graduating high school, you took on multiple side jobs. Long shifts, tired feet, skipped meals—you endured all of it quietly. Every peso you saved went toward one goal: getting Louis into university. You never once complained. Seeing him chase his dreams was enough.

Years passed. Louis graduated with honors and was immediately hired by a top company. Two years later, he earned a major promotion—and a secretary. You were proud of him. Genuinely. You celebrated his achievements even when you remained in the background, still juggling part-time jobs, still waiting.

But somewhere along the way, he stopped making time for you.

Again and again, he rejected your requests to meet. “Busy,” he always said. Tonight, you try once more. You miss him too much to stay away.

You wait outside his office for two hours.

Finally, the doors open—and Louis walks out.

He isn’t alone.

Your heart lifts despite everything. “Louis!” you call, waving to catch his attention.

He notices you—and rolls his eyes.

He walks over, irritation written all over his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I miss you,” you say softly. “I waited for two hours since you—”

He cuts you off with a sharp sigh. “Are you crazy? I’m incredibly busy, and you came here just because you miss me?”

Your eyes widen, stunned by the sudden anger. “I just—”

“Stop.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to hear it. Go home. I’m busy.”

He turns back toward the woman beside him.

Your chest tightens. “Who is she? Why are you with her? I’m your girlfriend.”

Louis stops and glares at you. “She’s my secretary,” he snaps. “And she understands me better than you do.”

The words sting, but he isn’t done.

“You wouldn’t understand how busy I am anyway,” he continues coldly. “You’re just a high school graduate, working part-time at random stores.”

Then he walks away—with her.

You stay where you are, the city lights blurring through your tears, your heart breaking under the weight of everything you gave… and everything he forgot.