Liam's POV
It was lunch break, and the bustling sounds of students chatting and laughing echoed through the hallways as I made my way to the cafeteria. The scent of various food options wafted through the air, making my stomach growl, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I had been looking forward to seeing Aaron all day; it seemed like forever since I last had a chance to talk to him. My heart raced at the thought, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in my chest.
As I walked down the hallway, my eyes darted around, searching for a glimpse of him. But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Aaron. My heart skipped a beat, but it quickly plummeted when I saw him leaning against the wall, his lips pressed against a girl's in a way that suggested intimacy I hadn't known existed between them. In that moment, it felt as if the world around me had paused, and a tidal wave of emotions crashed over me. The scene unfolded in slow motion, and a gut-wrenching realization settled within me—I was utterly and completely heartbroken.
Feeling as though my heart had shattered into a million pieces, I turned away from them, unable to bear witness to that moment any longer. I picked up my pace, trying to push through the crowd, making my way to the cafeteria. Once I arrived, I looked around the large, noisy room, desperately scanning the familiar faces for Larissa. My chest ached, not just from my earlier discovery, but from the sense of isolation that began to creep in. I didn't see her anywhere, and the panic of being alone in my turmoil surged within me. Reluctantly, I took a seat at a table tucked away in the corner, away from the groups of laughing students, and started to eat my lunch in silence.
But despite the presence of food in front of me, I couldn't focus on anything other than the haunting image of Aaron kissing that girl. My mind replayed the scene over and over, each replay intensifying the pain. I tried desperately to shake it off, to find a distraction, but the memory clung to me like a shadow, refusing to let go. Then, a new wave of heaviness settled in my chest, pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe. I took deep breaths, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me, but each inhalation felt shallow and inadequate. It was as if I was being weighed down by an invisible force, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't escape its grip.
Suddenly, the room around me began to blur, the sounds of chatter and laughter fading into a distant hum. My vision wavered, and despite my attempts to ground myself, everything spiraled out of control. Then it happened—my knees buckled, and I collapsed. The last thing I remember before everything went dark was the frantic voice of Larissa calling my name, followed by the sound of her cries piercing through the thick fog of unconsciousness. It was as if my world had slipped away, leaving me in a void, grappling with a heart that felt impossibly heavy.