Fake Relationship

9: The

d to process what had happened. Alex, once my closest friend, had become a stranger overnight. I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that

feel the whispers behind my back, the sideways glances that told me everyone knew something I didn't. I had always been open and trusting, but now I felt e

emeanor infuriating me. How could he be so unaffected? I felt a surge of anger mixed with sadness, the kind that makes your chest ache. I wanted to c

igate the tension. Some chose to side with Alex, while others reached out to me, trying to offer support. I appreciated their efforts, but it

sure if I was ready to discuss the situation. But I knew I needed to vent, to share my feelings with someone who understoo

ust wanted to check in on you. I know things have been rough with Alex," she said g

ought we were closer than that," I said, my voice trembling. "It feels

st be for you. But you have to remember that this isn't a reflection of your

on being a good friend, and now I felt like I had failed somehow. The guilt of trusting Alex weigh

s. Everyone faces moments of hurt and disappointment, and while it didn't erase my pain, it provided a sense of solidarity. We spent hour

tion. I spotted Alex sitting at a table with his new friends, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened. My heart raced, and I felt a mix of ang

nnected with friends who had always been there for me. I realized that I didn't need Alex to define my happi

alized that holding onto those feelings would only weigh me down. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that everyone has their own path, and comparing myself to others would only lead to more frustration. It was time to channel that energy into something positive, to work on my goals and celebrate my own progress, no matter how small. Letting go was the first step toward finding peace and moving forward.and I knew I had to embrace it fully. I