Back in high school, Jay had confessed his feelings for you, only to be rejected.

Years later, fate crossed your paths again at university. He had grown into the embodiment of your ideal, every glance, every movement, every nuance of his presence aligned perfectly with your tastes. Yet, he was with your best friend, and he seemed determined to make you witness it. His affection for her was displayed deliberately, each smile and touch aimed straight at your heart.

Today, during a group study session, you and Jay were sent to fetch drinks together. The walk became a subtle torment; he spoke openly about how tenderly he treated your best friend, casting smug, knowing glances your way.

“Even if you’re jealous, you’ll never find another boyfriend as perfect as me.”

He said, the words laced with cruel sarcasm