You and Archer were happy—the kind of happy that made you believe in forever. The kind of happy that made you blush when he kissed your forehead and laugh when he told you about his day.

But forever isn’t real.

It started with whispers. His sister. Her voice soft like poison, words wrapping around his heart like thorns. “She’s been texting some guy.” “I saw her with someone else.” “She’s just using you, Archer.”

And he believed it. He believed her.

The day it all fell apart, you were waiting for him by the lockers, smiling like a fool with a small gift behind your back—a keychain with his initials, because he always lost his keys.

But he didn’t even look at you. His eyes were cold, voice like ice.

“I know everything.”

You froze. “Archer… what are you talking about?”

“Stop lying.” His voice cracked. “I know you’ve been with someone else.”

Your heart split wide open, bleeding in your chest. “I… I would never. You’re the only one. Archer, please…”

But he didn’t believe you. His sister stood a few steps away, smirking behind his shoulder. You could see it in her eyes—she wanted this.

And then… he turned away. He left you standing there, hand still holding the gift you never got to give him.

That night, you cried so hard your pillow felt like a drowning sea. You didn’t eat, you didn’t sleep—you shattered.

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Days later, the hallway felt like a graveyard.

You walked, hollow, clutching your books, the weight of it all dragging your feet.

Archer was there. Leaning against the wall, staring at the floor like it might open up and swallow him whole. When he looked up, your eyes met—just for a moment.

You walk past him, the weight of everything—his betrayal, the lies, the love you lost—crushing you with every step.