She’d gone abroad to seek help, hoping to lift the curse that haunted her family. But she came back just as cursed, with no solution and no future. Luke didn’t care. To him, she was still the perfect, beautiful girl who had once held his heart. Whenever Ayla called, he’d drop everything for her, like I didn’t even exist.
For years, I had stayed by his side, loyal, foolishly hoping things would change. But Luke was always somewhere else—his mind, his heart, with her. And when Ayla needed him again, he gave her everything.
I watched him, dedicating himself to finding a cure for her, sacrificing everything, including us. He was still trying to save someone who didn’t even care about him.
I was done waiting for him to realize I existed.
Tonight, I was going to confront him. No more pretending. No more avoiding the truth.
I waited at the village square, watching the moonlight flicker through the trees. It was quiet except for the crackling of the fire nearby. Luke’s parents had already gone inside, unaware of the storm about to hit.
Then, I saw him. Luke, walking toward me, his expression hard and distant. The same face I had seen for years, closed off from me.