She had continued messaging my college roommates, flirting with them, even after we were officially together. Whether or not any of them acted on those messages, I didn’t want to know. At this point, it didn’t matter.I’ve never been the kind of person to hold grudges, but someone like Olivia didn’t deserve to continue living such a glamorous life while I was left in the shadows.What I needed now was to gather all the evidence.
I wanted to make sure she would pay back everything she had taken from me.That’s when I stumbled upon that blog post.I wasn’t ready to go home yet. Instead, I headed to the security office of our apartment complex. With a pack of cigarettes and a couple of bottles of water, I earned the sympathy of the security guards, who allowed me to check the surveillance footage.
I sent Olivia a text, but it went unanswered, as if she had disappeared off the face of the earth.I stared at the monitor for hours, watching as the day slowly turned to night, and my heart grew colder with each passing moment.Finally, I saw it—the door to our apartment opened, and Olivia stepped out, hand-in-hand with a man.
They kissed passionately before the elevator doors closed. Even as the doors shut, she lingered in the hallway, gazing tearfully after him.The 4K high-definition footage captured their “epic love story” in crystal clarity, a love that seemed to transcend the ordinary, as if fate itself had brought them together.Afterward, Olivia dashed down the stairs, rushing into the evening’s twilight to meet him again.
They held each other tightly in the dim light, pulling at each other like two people destined to be together. Their kiss was long, deep, and filled with the kind of passion that could only come from defying the world.To anyone watching, their reunion would have seemed like a triumphant moment, as though they had finally overcome all obstacles and could be together at last.But what about me?
