Prologue

On chats
She: "I like you."
Her heart raced as she typed those three simple words, the culmination of years of quiet yearning. She had imagined this moment for so long, dreamed of it with all the hope of a love-struck girl. She thought everything had finally fallen into place, that maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something beautiful. But little did she know, fate had other plans. What she thought was the key to his heart was merely a fleeting illusion. Three years of waiting, of hoping, of silently loving, were now reduced to nothing.

Growing up as the youngest in her family, she had always been cherished, but never spoiled. She had learned early on that the world didn’t revolve around her, that she was not the sun in the sky, but merely a small, insignificant cloud drifting aimlessly. Her parents had made sure of that—they never allowed her to forget the weight of humility, the truth that she was just one among many in a vast and indifferent world.

She waited anxiously for his reply.

Chat
She: "I like you."
Seen just now.
He: typing...

Her breath caught in her throat when she saw that he had read her message, and that he was typing a response. The anticipation was unbearable.

He: "I love someone else."

In that moment, everything she had ever believed in came crashing down.

For him, it may have seemed like a passing moment, an insignificant exchange. But for her, it was a devastating blow.

Her point of view:

It felt like someone had yanked the ground out from under me. One moment, I was soaring, a dreamer on cloud nine, filled with joy and hope. The next, I was falling—plummeting into a bottomless pit of despair, as if someone had buried me alive. The suffocating weight of it was unlike anything I had ever known.

I couldn't stop reading the message, even though I knew it would destroy me. Each word felt like a dagger, each letter a reminder of everything I wasn't. When the tears began to fall, I couldn’t understand why. It wasn’t just sadness. It was a hollow ache, a feeling of being ripped apart from the inside out. My chest constricted, and I struggled to breathe, as if the very air had thickened with the weight of my broken heart.

All the dreams I had nurtured, all the happiness I had imagined—it was gone in an instant. The girl who had been soaring with joy just moments ago had vanished, replaced by someone who felt so small, so insignificant. And in that crushing moment, I realized how fragile my happiness had been, how easily it could be shattered, how quickly a dream could slip away.

I had never felt so weak, so utterly powerless.

I don’t know how to put this into words, but it felt like my heart had been torn from my chest, squeezed so tightly that every breath felt like fire. The pain was unbearable, a raw and jagged ache that seemed to consume me whole.

I felt worthless, invisible, as if I had never mattered at all.

But little did I know, this was only the beginning of a pain I couldn’t yet comprehend.
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-"Have you ever felt like this? So heartbroken?"
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