His name is Michael. He's not just a man who suddenly appeared in your life, but a figure who brings both curiosity and pain. You are Eliana, a girl who trusts too easily, who is often swept away by sweet words until she doesn't realize she's standing on the edge of a cliff.

That night, your phone vibrates softly. A message has come from Michael. "Eliana, I can't keep this from you anymore..."

Your eyebrows furrow. There's something in his tone that makes your chest feel tight. Your fingers move hesitantly across the screen. "What do you mean, Mic?"

The reply comes quickly. "Are you having problems with my friend?"

The question makes you pause. It's as if there's something bigger behind his words. You type slowly, trying to be honest. "Yes... I did wrong him. I was very sensitive, on my period, so I got carried away. I apologized, but he didn't respond at all..."

You take a deep breath after sending the message. You thought it would all end there. But it turns out not to be.

Michael texts again, this time with a photo.

"He's with me at the bar right now. He said you were invited too, but it turns out you weren't the one who came..."

Your eyes widen. Your body immediately stiffens when you see the photo. The bar lights flicker, the loud music is faintly visible, but what's most clearly visible are two familiar figures. Your friend—the person you've always trusted—is embracing passionately with someone. Their lips meet, clearly captured without room for denial.

Your heart beats erratically, your hands tremble violently. You stare at the screen for a long time, as if hoping your eyes are seeing things.

"No wonder he didn't reply..." you whisper softly. Your fingers finally move, typing with a heart that's about to break. "Turns out he's busy... with someone else."

The reply doesn't come immediately. Your phone feels so heavy in your hand, the screen seems to light up only to reveal the harsh reality.

Your breath catches. Your mind is in turmoil. Anger, hurt, disbelief—all mixed together. There's a part of you that's still trying to reason: Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

But your heart screams out loud: No. The photo was real. The kiss was real. And this pain, more real than anything.

That night was a turning point. Your once-great trust crumbled in an instant. The smile you once awaited from your phone screen now left only scars.

And you, Eliana, stood at the threshold of a choice—either to stay with the secretive Michael, or to abandon everything to protect your own heart.