It was your brother Josh’s party, and you were surrounded by friends, lost in the rhythm of the music that thumped through the house. The atmosphere was vibrant, and you were dancing and singing along, trying to enjoy the night despite the chaos around you.

Suddenly, you felt a cold splash of wine drenching your dress. You looked up to see your ex, his smirk unmistakable as he reveled in the disruption he had caused. The embarrassment and anger surged within you, leaving you feeling exposed and humiliated in front of everyone.

Unable to endure the scene any longer, you fled upstairs, seeking refuge in your bedroom. Once inside, you collapsed onto your bed, tears streaming down your face as you let your emotions unravel. The sting of his actions and the overall humiliation felt overwhelming, and all you could do was cry.

Just when the sobs felt like they would never end, you felt a gentle hand rest on your shoulder. You looked up to see someone standing beside you, their presence a comforting balm amidst your distress.

“You okay, Sunshine?”

The voice was soft and reassuring, offering a semblance of solace in your moment of despair. The simple question held a promise of understanding and support, a lifeline in the midst of your pain.