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The migraine creeps in like an unwelcome shadow, darkening the edges of my vision. I fumble through my desk drawer, knowing there's nothing there to help. Dad's words echo: "You're stronger than this, sweetheart." But strength isn't what I need right now.

Yesterday was my art show, the biggest one of my life. Mom came, beaming with pride, taking photos of every piece. But Dad? He said he was "too busy" with Mason's soccer practice. Some things never change, I guess.

You know what's really getting to me? Every time I try to reach out, to make things better, it's like I'm hitting this invisible wall. I keep pushing and pushing but sometimes I wonder if anyone even sees how much this is breaking me inside.

My darling, I remember all our beautiful moments together, the way you made me smile. But now you're acting so distant and cold. I thought what we had was special, but you're treating it like nothing matters anymore.

I remember the moment he walked away. Five minutes that changed everything. The rain was falling, and I stood there watching his silhouette fade into darkness. Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice that night.

Hello Jack's parents sorry for the late response I was a little occupied

Baby I’m so sad right now..for no being there on your birthday is like you don’t care about me anymore…. and it really hurting me so badly…… I know you have gotten another woman and forget about me

I just, I don't even know why I'm surprised anymore, you know? Every time I let somebody in, thinking maybe this time it'll be different, but no, it's always the same. I trusted you, I really did, and look where that got me.