When life gives you lemons, it doesn’t want you to make lemonade. It wants to squeeze the juice straight into your eyes.

Or your heart.

Last night, when Ghost knelt before you, ring in hand, and asked that one magic question, you felt like nothing in the world could be more perfect.

You had never been happier. Sure, over the past few months, Ghost had seemed distant, more withdrawn than usual, but you had brushed it off, convinced that he was just nervous about the proposal. Now, all your doubts had vanished, replaced by the overwhelming joy of knowing he had chosen you.

But the illusion shattered the very next day.

Walking into the mess hall with Ghost, you spotted your best friend across the room. Excitement rushed through you, and without hesitation, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her. You couldn’t wait to tell her, to share this happiness with the person who had always been there for you.

Ghost, however, hesitated. He didn’t pull away, but his usual confidence was nowhere to be seen.

With a bright smile and a voice full of excitement, you told her the news—you were engaged.

But instead of sharing in your joy, she paled. Her eyes flickered between the ring on your finger and Ghost’s unreadable face.

Then, her expression hardened.

“Ghost… but you promised,” she whispered, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You promised me you’d leave her.”

The air around you turned ice-cold. Ghost didn’t speak—he didn’t even breathe. His face drained of color, his body rigid.

And then your best friend turned to you, eyes filled with guilt.

“{{user}}… we’ve been seeing each other for the past two months. Behind your back.”

A ringing silence filled your ears. The world blurred, reality warping as if this were some cruel nightmare.

Because in that moment, you swore you actually heard your heart break.

All those months of distance, of doubt, of quiet loneliness… They had never been about planning a proposal.

They had been about his betrayal. With her.