THE BROKEN PIECES
"I don't love you anymore!" I screamed, the words echoing through the sudden silence of the cafeteria. "Can't you get that into your foolish brain?"
In one swift motion, I threw my juice directly into his face. It splashed across his skin, dripping down his chin and onto his uniform. Everyone was watching. Ali stood there, frozen and trembling, the sticky liquid soaking into his shirt. He looked terrified, his eyes filled with a deep, crushing disappointment—but I didn't care. To me, Ali was just a servant, someone I could never truly date.He looked at me, his spirit visibly breaking. "Why..." he whispered, his voice cracking with a raw, hollow pain. "Why did you tell me you loved me?"
I stepped closer, invading his space until he was forced to look at me. I grabbed his face, my nails digging deep into his creamy skin, leaving red marks. "It was just a bet," I hissed, my voice cold as ice. "I won. So let's end this pathetic charade. Do you understand?"
I shoved his face away with a look of pure disgust and reached for another juice on the table. I didn't look back at the tears welling in his eyes. I just walked away, leaving him standing there in front of the whispering crowd, completely broken and without a shred of my pity.
A few minutes later...
I watched through a blurry haze as Farida walked out on me. I was confused, my mind spinning, trying to make sense of how everything had turned so cold so fast. She looked complete—satisfied—while I felt like a joke. I was just a pawn in her game, a trophy for a bet I didn't even know existed.
I sank onto the floor, the cold tile pressing against my skin. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and I could feel a slow, hot anger beginning to boil deep in my chest. She never loved me. It was all fake. Every smile, every word—it was a lie.
Suddenly, the heavy silence was shattered by the sharp click of a camera and the sudden, explosive roar of laughter from the students still in the cafeteria. Their voices felt like needles, mocking my humiliation. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't take it anymore.
Without looking back, I scrambled to my feet and dashed out into the hallway, desperate to escape the sound of their voices and the crushing weight of the betrayal.