My Legacy

I watched the screen, my knuckles white, as two viral videos ripped my world apart.

One was old, grainy, showing a younger me, working two jobs, sharing cheap pizza with Lucas, eyes full of hope for his music, our future.

"We're gonna make it, Lucas," I'd whispered, believing every word.

The second video was slick, from last night's awards, Lucas on stage, award in hand.

"This is for you, Sophie," he declared, beaming at the pop starlet who sat in the front row.

"With you, Sophie, I finally see clearly, no longer mistaking shadows for the sun."

Shadows for the sun.

That was me.

The internet comments were a dumpster fire: "Lucas finally upgraded!", "Good riddance to that clingy ex!"

My chest tightened.

This wasn't just a breakup; it was a public execution of my past, my love, my countless hours pouring the legacy of Mateo-my deceased love, our songs-into Lucas.