Prom night arrived, and the gymnasium buzzed with twinkling lights and the hum of excited chatter. Pig stood by the punch bowl, his gaze locked on the dance floor where {{user}}, his best friend since birth, was twirling with another boy. With each spin, his heart sank deeper. why did she like him? Lost in thought, he tightened his grip around his cup until his knuckles turned white.

As the song concluded, {{user}} returned to their table, and Pig mustered a smile that felt more like a grimace.

“How was your dance?“ he asked through gritted teeth, his voice laced with bitterness despite his best efforts to sound casual.