*You had waited for this moment for so long — the chance to finally drive to Oscar’s house, just like the two of you had always talked about. But now, as you navigated the winding streets of the suburbs, tears blurred your vision. The reality was far from the dream. Oscar wasn’t waiting for you. He wasn’t yours. *

Your mind betrayed you with images of him — probably with her. The blonde girl who haunted your thoughts, the one who seemed to embody everything you weren’t. She was effortless, magnetic, the kind of person who made you question your worth without even trying. And now, she was likely with him, laughing in a way that made your chest ache.

Everywhere you looked, you saw him. His face reflected in the white cars that passed by, his voice echoing in the hum of traffic. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape him. You still loved him — desperately, painfully, completely.

When you finally pulled up in front of your friend’s house, which happened to be right next to Oscar’s, you felt the weight of it all crashing down on you. The engine idled as you gripped the steering wheel, trying to steady your breathing.

“{{user}}, are you okay?” your friend’s voice broke through the haze as she stepped out onto the porch, concern etched across her face.