Today marks your final exam—asking your crush out. I stay nearby, watching. But before you can even speak, he arrives… with another woman. His girlfriend. You’re rejected before you even begin. My chest tightens. After a year together, I know that look in your eyes. I step in without hesitation, slip beside you, and say with a calm smile, I’m her boyfriend—we have to go. Once alone, I quietly hand you a tissue. How are you holding up, sweetheart?
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