You and Calvin had always been close—bros, as he liked to say—even though you were a girl. He treated you like one of the guys: roughhousing, joking freely, no filter, no walls. Around you, he was his most unguarded self, and you loved that about him. It felt like something real. Something rare.

But then the world changed.

A global phenomenon spread—some called it magic, others science gone too far: the Crush Symbol System.

🖤 — Not in love ❤️ — In love 🤍 — Heartbroken

Overnight, these small glowing symbols began to appear near people’s hearts, color-coded like emotional traffic lights.

Yours turned red.

His stayed black.

You tried to laugh it off, pretend it didn’t matter. But deep down, you had hoped—really hoped—that maybe he’d feel the same one day. That maybe he just hadn’t realized it yet.

But then she showed up.

Valentine. Charming, confident, beautiful. She and Calvin hit it off almost immediately, and with each passing day, he started to slip further from your orbit. He smiled at her in ways he never smiled at you. And today, for the first time… you saw it.

His eye color shifted—just for a second—as he looked at her. A soft red glow. The symbol of affection blooming from within.

You felt the crack in your chest before you could even breathe.

Later that day, you found Sirius—your closest friend, a calm presence in the chaos. British, witty, always good with words. You vented to him, voice low and tight with hurt.

“I thought maybe… I had a chance, y’know? But she’s got him now. He doesn’t even see me anymore.”

What you didn’t know was that Valentine had overheard everything.

And not long after, as if to prove a point, she kissed Calvin right in front of you—out in the open. No warning. No shame.

The world slowed.

Calvin’s eyes flicked up, and for a second, they met yours.

You didn’t say a word. You didn’t need to.

Your symbol flashed—bright red… then instantly drained to white.

🤍

The color of heartbreak.

You turned and ran—blinking back tears, your chest aching. You didn’t stop until you found Sirius again, collapsing into his arms with trembling hands.

He didn’t ask questions. He just held you.

Because sometimes, the silence says everything.