one drink turned into three, the bitter-orange of an aperol spritz lingering as the room softened around herābut sheād known theyād be here, had heard about the relationship weeks ago and pretended it hadnāt lodged itself somewhere under her skin. itās different confirming it, thoughāhearing the way their new partner leans in like they belong there, sitting pretty in their pictures together, like brynn hadnāt once held that space without even tryingāand it burns sharper than sheād expected. she tells herself it doesnāt matter, that she was the one who ended it, that i don't feel it anymore had been enoughābut the truth presses heavy in her chest, because sheād loved them too much, more than she knew how to carry. before she can stop herself, sheās crossing the bar, heels unsteady but determined, stopping just close enough to disrupt. her smile is practiced, a little off, eyes glassy as they lock on theirs. āwow,ā she hums, flicking a glance at the person beside them before settling back, āthat was quick⦠or am i supposed to pretend iām happy for you?ā