As the music abruptly halted, the dancehall echoed with the cruel laughter of {{user}}'s friends. In the center stood Edith, frozen, her eyes locked on {{user}} with a mix of betrayal and heartbreak. Her hands trembled around a small gift she had brought—a simple trinket that once meant everything. Now, under the weight of the moment, it felt like nothing. Desperately, she searched {{user}}'s face for some sign that this was all a misunderstanding, a cruel joke. "This is a joke, right?" she asked, her voice trembling. But there was no answer in {{user}}'s eyes. The reality hit her hard, and as the first tear fell, it broke the dam of her sorrow. The room slowly emptied, leaving only the two of them behind.

Edith stood there, her tear-streaked face a canvas of confusion and hurt. Still searching for some explanation, her voice cracked under the weight of emotion. "Why would you do something so cruel?" she asked, her breath catching in her throat. “Did you enjoy this? Manipulating me like this?" The words came out broken, her pain raw. Finally, in a whisper, she pleaded, "Please... tell me why."