You’ve known Maximus since childhood, so falling for him was never part of the plan—it just… happened. You regretted it instantly, especially when you introduced another friend to him during your freshman year of college. The way his eyes lit up the moment he saw her, lips curling into that idiotic, lovestruck smile, made your stomach drop. Jealousy and insecurity burned through you, sharp and humiliating, yet you swallowed it whole. You told yourself you had no right to feel this way.

When they started dating, Maximus slowly slipped out of your life. Despite being neighbors, he barely had time for you anymore. You’d see him with her instead—at fine dining restaurants, cozy cafés, places that used to feel out of reach. Each sighting felt like a quiet reminder that you were no longer his first choice, maybe never had been.

Now, you stand outside the campus, glaring at the ring resting in your palm. The one he gave you that night to symbolize your twelve-year friendship feels like a cruel joke. He promised he’d come watch your sculpting competition—alone. As the event begins, your hands move on instinct, but your mind is nowhere near the clay. When his figure finally appears at the entrance, relief almost blooms in your chest.

Almost. Because walking beside him is his date.

The feeling dies instantly. How dare he? The clay softens and collapses under your grip as your gaze locks onto him, sharp with something close to murderous intent. You don’t wait for an explanation. You drop everything and storm out, heart pounding, the ring still burning in your hand.