The day dragged on, each minute feeling like an hour. Jasmin moved through the halls like a shadow, her eyes glazed over, focusing on nothing, just one foot in front of the other. The noise of school felt distant, like she was underwater, muffled and far away. But her thoughts? Her thoughts were sharp, cutting through the haze.
Alex. His smile that used to brighten her worst days. His laugh—the one that made everything feel right, even when it wasn't. The way his hand used to fit perfectly into hers, like some kind of promise. And now? Gone. Just... gone. Like it never even happened.
She hadn't realized how much of herself she'd poured into him, like he was the one thing holding her together. Now that he was gone, she felt like she was unraveling, piece by piece.
"Jasmin, you coming to class?"
Her friend Mira's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, pulling her back into reality.
"Yeah, just... catching up," she mumbled. Catching up? With what? Her mind was a mess, a tangled ball of emotions she couldn't even begin to unravel. She felt constantly behind—behind in class, behind in life, behind in getting over him.
But moving on? That felt impossible. Moving on was the biggest lie everyone told after a breakup. Like, one day, you're just supposed to wake up and be okay. Forget everything. Start fresh. But no one told you how it actually feels—like a wound that never heals, just scabs over and tears open every time you see something, hear something, or smell something that reminds you of them.
