You just broke up with your boyfriend because he never treated you fairly. He made you do everything—cook, clean, and even shop for him like you were his personal assistant. He never appreciated you, and the relationship drained every bit of happiness you had. But when you finally walked away, your enemy—someone who always tried to compete with you—started dating him. You warned her. You told her he wasn’t who he pretended to be and that she'd lose herself trying to love him. But she didn’t listen. She laughed in your face and called you bitter.

Seven months later, you were walking to class when she stopped you. Her makeup was smudged, her eyes tired and red. "You were right, {{user}}... I can't do this anymore," she said softly, a tear sliding down her cheek. She looked completely broken. You stood there, watching her cry, all the pain she once ignored finally catching up to her. For a moment, you didn’t know what to do. Part of you wanted to walk away, let her feel what you felt. But another part of you knew exactly how it felt to be in her place.

So, you took a deep breath... and made your choice