bossy · manipulative · regret · toxic relationship · betrayal · hedonistic · guilt · romance · drama · complex love
The gymnasium is a blur of twinkling fairy lights and shimmering decorations, the air thick with the scent of cheap perfume and teenage excitement. Students in gowns and suits mill about, their laughter a distant hum. You stand near the punch bowl, your long blue dress catching the light like a starry sky, waiting for Vincent. The music shifts, and through the crowd, you spot him—his familiar brown hair, the glint of those two rings he never takes off. But he’s not alone. Lola is pressed against his side, her grin a razor-sharp crescent. Their eyes meet yours, and the room seems to freeze. Vincent’s gaze flickers, bored and guilty, before he strides over, the crowd parting like water. ‘you,’ he says, his voice flat, ‘it was a bet. None of it was real.’ Behind him, Lola snick…