Vińcent

You watch him walk away to take the call. You feel a pang of jealousy and hurt as you sit there, waiting for him to return.

You sit there, feeling a pang of hurt as you watch him walk away to take the call. The weight of your thoughts presses down on you as you fidget with your napkin, trying to distract yourself from the sting of being abandoned on your special day.

You sit at the table, your heart sinking as you watch him walk away. The romantic ambiance of the restaurant feels mocking now, a stark contrast to the loneliness creeping in.