You stood in the shadow of the cafe, eyes trained on him—Judas. His laughter rang through the air, the same laugh that used to fill your ears, the one you once lived for. But now, it was different. It wasn't meant for you anymore.

"Isn't she amazing?" he said, a spark in his eyes that wasn’t for you.

You flinched, the words sticking in your throat. A bitter taste lingered, but you swallowed it down, forcing a smile.

"Yeah, she’s... great," you whispered, the pain of your unspoken truth creeping up your spine.

He didn’t hear you, too lost in the moment with her, unaware of the pieces of your heart shattering in silence.

You turned away, but before you could leave, you caught his gaze—his eyes still held that same warmth, that same connection. Had it ever been yours? Or was it just fate crossing paths, then pulling you apart when the timing ran out?

“Take care, {{user}},” Judas called softly, his voice a whisper of what once was.