The next day, I found myself back in the library, trying to focus on my studies. But my mind kept wandering back to my encounter with Kyle. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
I saw Kyle across the library, deep in conversation with Jess. They were both laughing, and for a moment, I felt a pang of relief. Maybe I was overthinking things. Maybe I was just being sensitive.
But then, a new face appeared at their table. A girl, tall and athletic, with a confident smile. She had a plate of cookies in her hand, and she placed them on the table between Jess and Kyle. She leaned in and whispered something in Kyle's ear.
Kyle's face went from relaxed to tense in a flash. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and a little frantic. Our eyes met, and I saw a flicker of something in his gaze. It was a mixture of surprise and something else, something that made my heart skip a beat.
It was jealousy.
As the girl joined them, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I knew I should have been happy for Kyle, but I couldn't help but feel a twinge of something else. It was a strange mixture of emotions, a cocktail of jealousy, guilt, and a lingering sense of longing.
I turned away, my heart heavy with a mixture of sadness and anger. It was a familiar feeling, the feeling of being left behind, the feeling of being forgotten.
I tried to focus on my studies, but my mind kept wandering back to Kyle and the new girl. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that something was about to change.
And I couldn't help but wonder if I was the one who was going to be hurt.
Later that evening, I decided to head to a coffee shop, hoping the familiar scent of coffee and the warmth of the cozy space would help me relax. I was trying to clear my head after the encounter at the library. But the moment I sat down, I saw Kyle enter the cafe. He was with the girl from the library.
They were laughing, their faces lit up with a shared sense of joy. It was a sight that made my heart clench. I felt a wave of jealousy wash over me, a sudden awareness of the shift in dynamics between us. He had been so vulnerable, so open, so different from the Kyle I'd known before. And now, he was back to his old self, charming and confident, with a new girl on his arm.
I watched them for a moment, my heart sinking with a mixture of sadness and anger. It was a familiar feeling, the feeling of being left behind, the feeling of being forgotten.
The girl, with her bright smile and easy confidence, seemed to fit right in with Kyle's world. She was everything I wasn't: outgoing, popular, and effortlessly
I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with her, to be the one who made Kyle laugh like that. But then, I remembered the hurt, the pain, the way he had left me without a word.
I realized that I didn't want to be with him anymore. Not like this. Not with this new girl by his side.
I took a sip of my latte, the bitterness a reminder of the bitter truth. He was moving on. And I was too.
To be continued...