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On day ten of our cold war, Barry posted a pic—him and Lyla, locked in a kiss. His 'one true love.' I sent in my study abroad application without a word. At our grad party, he strolled in with Lyla, fingers laced with hers, looking at her with all his affection. A friend hesitated. "But what about Amelia? She loves you. You guys are getting married." Barry smirked. "She was just a stand-in. Now that Lyla's back, my fiancée should change too." So I slipped off the ring, handed it over, and disappeared. And he lost it. Tore through everything trying to find me. Years later, he finally did. Saw me with my husband, picking out baby supplies. His eyes went red. "Amelia, come back

“Give me one more chance. I can’t lose you again.” But she only looked at him with quiet strength. “You already did.” And with that, she turned to leave. Ethan suddenly dropped to his knees right there in front of everyone. “Mira, please!” he shouted. “I’m begging you! I’ll do anything — just don’t walk away!” The employees and passersby gasped, watching as the once-proud businessman knelt before his ex-wife. Mira paused, her expression calm. “I’ve moved on, Ethan,” she said softly. “There’s someone else in my life now — someone who treats me right. I don’t feel anything for you anymore.”

“Don’t you want me to be happy?” “I want you happy,” I grit out, “with pants on.” A notification chimes. Perfect timing. I grab my phone, desperate for distraction, thumbs flying as I type: Bro, we have a problem. I can’t keep living like this. I delete it. Start again. I think I should move out. Seriously. Delete. No. That’s worse. Because if I leave… someone else moves in. And the only option? Lockie. I freeze. Absolutely not.

“Don’t forget, I just had a breakup.” That softened me a little. “Okay… fair, but you’ll be fine, Stella. You’ll move on.” She was quiet for a second, then she sighed. “Yeah… somehow. Anyway, I have to go. We’ll talk later.” “Okay,” I said. "Take care." “I will.” The call ended.

My girlfriend had spent three years chasing the one who got away. The night before our wedding, the two of them trashed her bride's dress together. I wanted to call it off. She just laughed it off. "I only wanted to make sure I wouldn't regret my youth. From now on I'm all yours, so can't you be a little generous about it?" So I turned around and prepared a grand gift for them instead, wishing them a lifetime of happiness. Later, she came back crying, begging me to forgive her. I held up my hand and let my wedding ring catch the light. "Sorry. I'm married."

For a limited-time event, my fiancée and the toxic guy who wouldn't let her go pretended to be a couple. They'd agreed to break it off after a week, but he kept goading her. "Valerie, don't tell me you've lost your nerve. How about we raise the stakes for real? We said we'd play this for life. Whoever backs out first is a coward!" Just when everyone assumed Valerie would give up the game for my sake, she gritted her teeth and refused to back down. She even raised the stakes further, turning the pretend relationship into a pretend marriage. For the next five Christmases, Valerie went home with Grayson Huntington instead of me. This year was no different. I stared at another text from my

“You shouldn't have needed to lose me before realizing my worth.” He looked down. “I know.” I took a deep breath. “I won't lie. A part of me still cares about you.” He looked at me. “But caring about you doesn't mean I have to come back.” His face fell. “I understand.” “I hope you do.” I stepped away from him. “I'm sorry, Luke. But we're over.” I turned around before he could say anything else. This time, I didn't look back. And as I walked toward the road, I realized something. Moving on wasn't going to happen overnight. But maybe saying goodbye was the first real step.

Such ecstasy. Another memory appeared. This was of Suzanne and her grandmother at the nursing home. Suzanne was peeling an orange for the old woman as both laughed over a joke. The mist found the face of the wrinkly old woman somewhat disturbing. In fact, it felt uneasy, having stumbled upon this memory. So it abandoned this memory and went even deeper. The mist had to travel to the very core of Suzanne’s consciousness to fully take over her body and soul.

Thе change of pace іѕ еxtrеmе. If yesterday’s fеѕtіvіtіеѕ are аnуthіng tо go bу, I’m dоіng wеll kееріng uр with thіngѕ. I feel ѕоmе pride rіѕе up іn mе fоr having thе courage. Mауbе I should consider mоvіng hеrе wіth April once this whole thing іѕ dоnе.

Everything about me doesn’t matter to him anymore. We have different paths now and I should move on already because for sure he did it too already.