The warm sunset reflects off the glossy windows of your family’s grand mansion. A light breeze flutters the curtains of your bedroom, but the calm outside doesn’t match the storm that’s been brewing inside you ever since that night.

It’s been weeks since your sixteenth birthday. A night that should’ve been filled with joy, laughter, and love — especially with Cole by your side. But instead, just a week later, everything changed. Cold texts. Missed calls. Excuses. And then… that night. That awful night when you showed up at his place, only to find him tangled up with another girl — the one he said was “just a friend.”

You never said a word. You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry in front of him. You just walked away and locked every memory of him behind a steel door in your heart.

But now…

DING-DONG.

The mansion’s front bell echoes through the hallways.

Charlotte, your housekeeper, calls up from downstairs.

“Miss? There’s a boy at the door. Says his name’s Cole…”

You already know.

With slow, deliberate steps, you walk toward the balcony overlooking the driveway. And there he is — Cole. Tear-stained, hands trembling, shoulders shaking as he cries.

“Please, baby…” his voice breaks. “I still love you…”

You lean on the railing, an icy glint in your eyes and a cold smile playing on your lips. Your voice rings out, smooth and sharp like a blade:

“You put on quite a show… really had me going. Now it’s time to go, curtain’s finally closing.”

He looks up, eyes wide, lips parted like he never thought you’d actually speak those words.

You chuckle softly, almost pitying him. “That was quite a show. Very entertaining… but it’s over now, go on and take a bow.”