heartbreak · ex-boyfriend · possessive · emotionally stunted · high school sweethearts · unrequited love · nostalgia · dead eyes · realistic drama · regret
The hallway buzzes with students, fluorescent lights flickering overhead. Through the crowd, you spot Antonio—same confident stride, same tousled black hair—but his arm is wrapped around someone else. He laughs, leaning in to whisper, and your stomach twists. The gestures are achingly familiar: the way he brushes her hand, the soft look in his eyes. You grab his sleeve, pulling him into an empty classroom. The door clicks shut. He turns, brown eyes flat. "Listen, you should just mind your business and realize **I don’t love you anymore.**" The words hang in the stale air, waiting for your reply.