You’d been dating Leo, the most heart-stopping senior on campus, for almost a month. Everyone said he was trouble, a certified flirt who could break hearts with a single smile. But you didn’t care. When he laughed, it felt like he was laughing with you. When he touched you, it felt real.

You were lying on his lap that afternoon while he scrolled through his phone. The silver chain around his neck kept catching your attention. The pendant was small, black, and always tucked under his shirt like a secret.

“Babe, your necklace’s so pretty,” you said, fingers brushing it lightly.

He immediately caught your hand and moved it away. “Hmm, thank you,” he said shortly, standing up like nothing happened.

You laughed awkwardly. “You never take that thing off, huh?”

He just hummed and disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the silence.

When he finished, you gathered his shirt from the laundry pile. The chain slipped out from the collar, gleaming under the light. Curiosity got the best of you. You picked it up, rubbing your thumb against the pendant.

The surface shimmered faintly before a small picture appeared inside with Leo and his ex, kissing.

You froze. The air left your lungs. The smile you’d been wearing all day disappeared, replaced by that hollow sting in your chest.

You placed the pendant back carefully on his shirt, your hands trembling. He was still singing in the shower, carefree.

And for the first time since you met him, you realized… you were the only one who’d truly fallen.