Mark

The cafe buzzed, a stark contrast to the icy dread in my chest. Mark and Sarah, my boyfriend and best friend, were laughing, their closeness a betrayal I couldn't ignore. Their hands brushed, their eyes met, a silent language of intimacy that screamed their secret. The casual touch, the shared smile—the evidence was undeniable. Nausea churned. The world tilted, the familiar comfort of my life dissolving into a bitter, unrecognizable reality.