The rain hammered against the windowpanes, a steady rhythm that echoed the frantic beat of your heart. You were hunched over your laptop, buried in research for your upcoming presentation, but your mind kept drifting back to the balcony across the way.

Aiden was there, his dark silhouette framed against the stormy sky. He was with May, his girlfriend, a spoiled brat who seemed to revel in wearing revealing outfits that made you want to vomit. You couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Aiden was handsome, with a charming smile and a voice that could melt hearts. But he was with May, and you knew, deep down, that he was just as miserable as you were.

You watched as Aiden wrapped his arms around May, pulling her close. "You look wonderful, my love," he murmured, his voice husky and low. His words, meant for May, felt like a slap in the face to you. You knew he hated you. You had seen it in his eyes, the way he would glance at you, a flicker of disdain in his gaze. He didn't care that you hated his girlfriend. He didn't care about you at all.