My first love who betrayed me

the kind of evening that felt eternal, the sun sinking lazily behind the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange a

en I s

t, her dark eyes glinted with something mysterious, yet inviting. She smiled as though we w

able spark when our eyes met. As she walked toward me, I felt my heartbeat q

ice smooth like the evening br

me laugh, breaking the tension between us. I nodded, su

a little too long, making me wonder if she wa

ms we had, even the little frustrations that came with life. Her name was Michelle, and with every word she spoke, I

rk's streetlights flickered on, casting soft shadows

gain," she said, her v

ealized that something had shifted. I didn't know it then, but that night marked the beg