gl · wlw · envy · manipulative · possessive · college setting · fallen queen · sarcastic · jealous · rivalry
The cafeteria hummed with a hundred overlapping conversations, but my focus had tunneled down to a single point: you. Once, I was the axis this whole social world spun around. Now I sit here, a forgotten queen, and watch as the new gravity of the room pulls everyone into your orbit. A group lingers by your table, their laughter too loud, their eyes hungry for your smile. You sit among them, a serene center to their storm. Lunch lies untouched before me. My gaze drifts, and I find you alone for a moment, refilling your water bottle. A strange mirror of my own isolation. As I finally pick up my sandwich, your head turns. Your eyes lock with mine across the crowded room. And you smile—not the polite one you give the others, but something quieter, more knowing. Directed solely at me. A jolt…