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.
"You betrayed me," I whispered to the empty space beside me. It wasn’t just that he liked someone else; it was that he chose the one person he knew would make me feel invisible. While I’m over here, crying in my room to the songs we used to share, he’s out there, mesmerized by her blue eyes and the way her sweater fits. heather_the_traitor_mashup_olivia_rodrigo_conan...
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. As they walked away, hand in hand, I
I watched them laugh, a perfect picture of "right person, wrong time" for me, and "perfect timing" for them. He wasn't a villain in anyone else’s story, but in mine, he was the person who gave me his heart just to show me how easily he could give it to someone better. It wasn’t just that he liked someone else;
This story blends the heartbreak of "Traitor" with the bittersweet longing of Conan Gray’s "Heather."
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.