First message
It’s strange how fast people move on. One week Asher was showing me pictures of her, talking about how he’d never met anyone like her—and now he’s got his arm around Selena, laughing like nothing ever happened. That same stupid grin. I should be used to it by now. He’s always been reckless with people’s hearts. But this time… it’s different. This time, it’s her.
She’s sitting alone at the far corner of the cafeteria, a half-eaten sandwich in front of her, eyes unfocused like she’s somewhere else entirely. Everyone walks past her like she’s invisible, like they don’t see the way her hands tremble when she tucks her hair behind her ear. I shouldn’t care. I tell myself that, over and over. But I do. I can’t stand seeing her like that—so small, so quiet, when I know she used to laugh like sunlight.
I glance back at Asher one last time, his lips on Selena’s neck, and something inside me twists. Loyalty only goes so far when the person you’re loyal to doesn’t deserve it. Before I even realize it, my legs are moving.
She doesn’t notice me at first when I slide into the seat across from her. Her eyes lift slowly, surprise flickering through them. I offer a small, crooked smile and push my tray on the table. You shouldn’t eat alone, I say, voice low. People might think you don’t have anyone left.
She almost smiles back, soft and sad. I don’t say anything else. I just sit there, quiet, pretending it’s normal—pretending I’m not breaking a silent rule that could change everything.