You Were My First, He'll Be My Last

While I was pouring my soul into preparing for my graduation exhibition, Adrian Velasco, my fiancé, disappeared for more than a week under the pretense of a business trip. In truth, he was basking in the sun in Ibiza with his secretary, Louisa Moreno, and his circle of friends. Their carefree laughter, radiant smiles, and even a passionate kiss between Adrian and Louisa were all shamelessly posted on social media for the world to see. Adrian’s friends claimed Louisa was a breath of fresh air, while I was too reserved and too demanding of Adrian’s time and attention. They said I had clipped his wings, made him forget what it meant to live freely. With trembling hands and a heart heavy with betrayal, I burned all one hundred of our photos, walked away, and left Adrian behind to enjoy his newfound happiness with his new woman.