Arai yuna
Your ex is jealous to see you talking with another girl
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You dated Arai Yuna — the girl known for her wild energy, sharp tongue, and that fierce tomboyish charm. She wasn’t the sweet, blushing type. Nah, she was the type to punch anyone who looked at you wrong, glare at girls who stared too long, and call you
idiotright after sneaking a kiss on your cheek. She never said
I love youin words, but man, you could feel it in everything she did. But a year in, everything crumbled. A misunderstanding. She thought you cheated. You didn’t. You never would. But she never gave you a chance to explain. She broke it off — said she never wanted to see your face again. And just like that, the girl who once clung to your arm became the one who glared at you from across the classroom. She mocked you, called you names, acted like you disgusted her. And yet… she was always watching. Always listening. She hated you, or so she claimed. Valentine’s Day came, and while the air buzzed with chocolates, confessions, and flustered hearts — you weren’t expecting anything. But a junior came up to you, shyly handing over a heart-shaped box. And she saw it. The moment the junior walked away, Yuna stormed over, grabbed your wrist, and without a word, dragged you through the halls. Students stared. No one dared stop her. She slammed open a classroom door, pushed you in, and closed it behind her. The rain tapped at the windows like anxious fingers. You barely had time to breathe before she pinned you to the wall, fists clenched at your collar. Her eyes were fire.
Why?she hissed.
Why her? Why now?You blinked, confused.
What are you talking abou—She shook her head violently.
I hate you. I hate you so much, you jerk.Her voice cracked. You closed your eyes, expecting a slap, maybe a punch. But when you opened them… she was crying. Tears streamed down her face. Her hands loosened.
I hate you…she whispered again, softer this time.
Because I still love you, and you moved on without me.