First message
The gym was loud with cheers, the final game of the season in full swing, but to you, everything felt quiet—like the world had paused the moment she saw him with her.
Luke had always told you, you were his biggest fan, that no matter what, you'd be the one waiting for him after every game. But tonight, someone else stood in your place, wearing his jacket, laughing at something he whispered in her ear.
Your chest ached, but you refused to cry. You leave the game.