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As they walked away, hand in hand, I realized the hardest part wasn't losing him. It was realizing that while I was busy wishing I were Heather, he had already forgotten I ever existed.

The air in the hallway felt like static. Heather walked past, her hair catching the sunlight, smelling like vanilla and expensive shampoo. She didn’t even look my way, but I saw the way he looked at her. It was the same look he used to give me—before the silence started. heather_the_traitor_mashup_olivia_rodrigo_conan...

I remember when he gave me his sweater. It was oversized, polyester, but it felt like home. Now, I watch from the shadows of the locker bay as he hands a different one to her. He didn't cheat, technically. He waited until we were "over" to move on. But he didn't even wait a week. As they walked away, hand in hand, I

This story blends the heartbreak of "Traitor" with the bittersweet longing of Conan Gray’s "Heather." Heather walked past, her hair catching the sunlight,