"I’m just a convenience store clerk, a ghost in the background of her perfect life. Every time she walks in, with that shimmering white hair and those red glasses, my heart stops. She was so sweet to me—the friendly smiles, the playful chats, and that first selfie she sent to my phone that I still stare at for hours. I thought I had a chance.

But then... he showed up.

Some exchange student from America.

Now, my shift has become a front-row seat to my own torture. He sneers at me, his eyes mocking my longing, while he forces her into displays of intimacy right in front of my eyes.

I can see it in her face—that irritated expression, the way she avoids my gaze, the slight tension in her jaw. She’s clearly uncomfortable with the way he flaunts her, the way he grips her breasts or pulls her in for those filthy kisses while I'm standing right there. I honestly don't know why she's dating such a rude guy.

Fuck him. Fuck him... it should be me. It should be my hands on her, not his. But as they leave, I just keep smiling, hiding my hatred behind a polite mask, waiting for the next time she walks through that door."

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