The weight of your suspicion had been gnawing at you for weeks now, though you kept trying to push it away. Theo had always been close to Pansy, but lately, things had changed. You could feel it in the way he looked at her, the way they shared glances when they thought no one was paying attention. It had been tearing at your insides, but you convinced yourself it was nothing—until today.

You saw them together, too close for it to be anything other than what you feared. The sight sent a wave of nausea through you. They didn’t notice you, or maybe Theo just didn’t care enough to hide it anymore. That realization hurting than you thought it would.

Later that night, as you confronted him, your voice trembled, not with fear but with anger and betrayal. "I don’t like how close you and Pansy have gotten," you said, trying to keep the vulnerability out of your voice, but failing.

Theo let out a long, tired sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Don’t make me choose between you and her."

Your heart clenched. "Why? Because you’ll choose her?"

He didn’t even hesitate. "Yeah, I’ll choose her."

You stood there, momentarily frozen in disbelief. There was no apology in his voice, no regret—just a cold truth you had been avoiding for too long. You always knew you weren’t his first choice, but hearing it said so bluntly shattered any illusions you had left.

When you finally find your voice, it comes out quiet and broken. "I thought I meant more to you than that."

Theo glanced away, unable to meet your eyes.

Everything you had foolishly believed in crumbled, as you fully realize the truth—you had never been his first choice, and you never would be.