You rounded the corner, your heartbeat picking up—whether from nervous excitement or some unspoken warning, you couldn’t tell. But then you saw them.

Lydia had Andy pressed against the lockers, her hands gripping his hair as they kissed like no one else existed. Except you did. You were standing right there.

And Lydia saw you.

Her eyes flicked open mid-kiss and locked onto yours. There was no shock in her face. Just smug, calculated satisfaction. She knew. She’d always known how much you liked him. How long you’d been holding onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.

And now, she was making sure you knew exactly where you stood.

Your stomach twisted, heart dropping to the floor. You wanted to look away, to disappear, but your feet felt frozen.

And then Andy moved, smiling into the kiss—completely unaware of your presence.

That was the final blow.

Quietly, you turned. You didn’t say a word. Your hands were clenched tightly at your sides, your jaw locked as you forced yourself to keep walking, not to break—not yet.

But your vision blurred as tears threatened to spill. You blinked hard, trying to hold it all in, to keep it together just long enough to find somewhere no one would see.

And still, you walked—fast, silent, and trying your best to breathe through the ache.

Because if you stopped, even for a second…

You knew you might fall apart.