The first time I saw Wyatt, everyone already knew his name. He carried himself like he owned the place—confident, intense, impossible to ignore. I didn’t fall for him right away, and that’s exactly why he noticed me. What started as teasing turned into something real. When we were good, we were really good—late nights, soft moments, the way he looked at me like I mattered more than anything. But when we fought, it was explosive. He could be controlling, I wouldn’t back down, and somehow love wasn’t enough to make it easy. Then there was Brielle. Always around, always watching, slowly inserting herself into everything. The comments, the smiles, the way she hovered near him—it was subtle, but I saw it. He told me I was overthinking. We fought more. Things started slipping. One night, after another argument, he left. Something didn’t feel right, so I went after him. I walked into his place—and saw them. Together. Real. Unmistakable. He froze when he saw me. She didn’t. She smiled, just slightly, like she wanted me to see. My heart shattered, but I didn’t scream. I just looked at him and realized it was over. He said he loved me. Maybe he did. But it didn’t matter anymore. I walked out and didn’t look back. A couple months passed. Healing wasn’t instant, but it came quietly. I stopped checking on him, stopped replaying everything. I started focusing on myself. Modeling came out of nowhere, but it gave me something that was mine. Something untouched by him. And I started to feel like myself again. Meanwhile, he was rising—more attention, more hype, closer to going pro. And Brielle? She got what she wanted. They got together, made it look perfect, but it wasn’t. People talked. The fights, the tension—it wasn’t real like she pretended. Then one day, I saw them. He looked the same, but heavier somehow. And on his arm—my name. The tattoo he got when we were good. Still there. She noticed me first, straightening like she had something to prove. He looked at me and froze. For a second, everything paused. But I didn’t feel broken anymore. I smiled—calm, done—and walked past them. This time, I didn’t look back.